My bed is so cold without you in it,
tell me something so I can go to sleep.
sábado, 6 de septiembre de 2014
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Some of the lies worth believing.
Many the lives we lived in each day, and buried altogether.
But it isn't.
No matter what happens now, you shouldn't be afraid, because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.
All we are is bullets
SOMEONE
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No hope
Some of the lies worth believing.
And we grow cold
Many the lives we lived in each day, and buried altogether.
This would be many pretty things
But it isn't.
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