You stole my heart
5-28-09
Jonathan
You left me in this pool of pain
You could have stabbed my back, robbed my bank account but no, you took away my game
You bring on this cold weather
You bring on these short days and long nights
and this gloom around me and my brothers
It’s just not right
I went down to Kenmore Square
The streets are all bare
Even the college kids are not there
The streets were dark
The chairs are empty
The air is quiet
And there are no sausage venders
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