domingo, 8 de agosto de 2010

Different, but the same



I know, that love never lasts and we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face.
I've always lived like this... keeping a comfortable distance.
I swored to myself that I'm content with lonelines now, because none of it was ever worth the risk. None.
I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's front of me here
I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up...
Please, leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.





I'm on my way to believing...

You are the only exception.

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Anônimo disse...

:)