Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams; your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.
I'd love to walk away and pull myself out of the rain, but I can't leave without you; I'd love to live without the constant fear and endless doubt, but I can't live without you.
7 de abril de 2010
Because I've seen love die way too many times when it deserved to be alive
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