jeudi 30 octobre 2014

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I know nights are made to say things that you forget
But the hope of it being real remains
And my heart crumbles when you treat me bad
Then the drops make me blind
So when you escape, not caring, my thoughts go insane
And I sleep to numb the pain
While my inside gets dry waiting on you to realize

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