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.
3 de agosto de 2010
La incertidumbre es terrible, te lastima, te destroza; siempre, siempre es mejor saber.
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