miércoles, 16 de septiembre de 2009


No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore, it's your turn. And why do we like to hurt so much? I can't decide, you have made it harder just to go on. Well, I was wrong. That's what you get when you let your heart win. I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating. I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here? 'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here. I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn. I'm sure you've heard. This heart will start a riot in me. Now I can't trust myself with anything but this.

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