Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Forgetting how good I've got it
Actions speak louder than words. Destiny; you forgot about me.
Predictable? All my vanity has been lost.
I want to make you feel all right, hold you through the dark tonight.
Opinionated point of view, you live to push me away from you.
I want to make it feel all right.
The end of the world looks just like the beginning.
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2 comments:
i love this
(L) to ma boo!
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