Noone can find u here,
lest not tonite. But i first have to sleep to find here,
but with little faith sadly i lose face, who is that in the mirror tonite?
hopefully me
And a teardrop falls and breaks into a million dimonds
each more beautifull then the last screamin stay with me,
lest let me not wake from this dream,
lest let me pretend,
lest let me hold on five minutes more!
Saturday, 4 July 2009
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