In Nowhereland.

Love is louder than self-harm.

lunes, 14 de mayo de 2012

Somebody


Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company.


You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So, when we found that we could not make sense
Well, you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over


Now you're just somebody that I used to know.

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