Dienstag, 21. August 2007
desperate housewife


I never complain, it never gets you anywhere. It's always the same, push too hard you'll break the frame. You and I are light,
we're like butterflies but not so easy. And if I close my eyes can you see me? You and I collide, we're like comets but we're not that bright. This isn't a race and there's no finish line there.
You and I are right, we're like angels but we're scared of dying.
I need you tonight, and if I close my eyes will you be here?
But I'm here in this room again giving up

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