In Nowhereland.

Love is louder than self-harm.

lunes, 5 de diciembre de 2011

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Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof
it's not a dream

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