I'm looking through you,
Where did you go?
I thought I knew you,
What did I know?

You don't look different,
But you have changed.
I'm looking through you,
You're not the same.

Why, tell me why,Did you not treat me right?

Love has a nasty habbit of dissapearing over night.

Beatles, talvez até melhor que morrissey, expressa melhor o momento.
Logico, salvado as devidas proporções.

nota importante: jamais baixar a guarda de novo;