Fortyseven

* needles and pins * I saw her today, I saw her face. It was the face I loved and I knew. I had to run away and get down on my knees and pray that they'd go away...But still they begin * needles and pins * Why can't I stop and tell myself I'm wrong, I'm wrong, so wrong Why can't I stand up and tell myself I'm strong...
lalala, ramones!