domingo, 6 de septiembre de 2009

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow just don't belong,
and no one understands you.
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
that no one hears you screaming.

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The things I do for love.

When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.