miércoles, 18 de mayo de 2011



"A dead start in my head, and the day’s been laid.
The things I really want always torn away from my heart.
You never saw the way how I wanted you to stay, and now when you’re gone I’m on my own.
When I was thinking there: ¿Was something permanent?. You were already thinking of going away."

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