fredag, december 08, 2006

Make some noise now, rasie your voice and screeeeam.

Guess I thought I'd have to change the world to make you see me, to be the one. I could have run forever but how for would I have come without mourning your love? All that I'm living for, all that I'm dying for, all that I can't ignore alone at night, all that I'm wanted for, although I wanted more lock the last open door - my ghosts are gaining on me.

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