jueves, 28 de enero de 2010

  • I’m sick and tried of the way that I feel.
  • I’m always dreaming and it’s never for real.
  • I’m alone with my deep thoughts.
  • I’m alone with my heartache and my good intentions.
  • I work to eat and drink, to sleep just to live.
  • Feels like I’m never getting back what I give.

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