coming in?...
feeling sorry; lost
your memory like a lingering ghost
carry on with your parade
praise yourself
broken hearts are your trophies
line them up on your mantel
if ever you decide you love me too
my door is always open
i wont be the fool to chase you ....
but i will be the fool who will wait for you
your memory like a lingering ghost
carry on with your parade
praise yourself
broken hearts are your trophies
line them up on your mantel
if ever you decide you love me too
my door is always open
i wont be the fool to chase you ....
but i will be the fool who will wait for you








