Friday, February 5, 2010

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.

The language of love.

Why ? but i do wish i never exsisted.

I tell it to you straight so we can't get worse I want to show you me but first things first I'm looking for a saviour to save my soul All the damage I have done has left a big hole Everybody knows I just want someone to hold Do you want me?

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