And I usually wake up wanting so badly to send you a message;
Doesn't matter what I have to say, sometimes I don't have anything to say, I just want you to know that I'm thinking of you.
And all I wanted to hear is: "I want to see you this weekend, what do you think about?"
I'd gladly say: "That's ok, I'd like that"
And that'd make my day.
The day is almost over and I'm pretty sure I won't receive a single word.
Resenha: A Colônia - de Ezekiel Boone
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