Monday, April 18, 2011



Friday night became so lonely,
When you came to make a break,
That seemed to take all day to make me angry 'cause I
Like you, maybe I'm just Like You
Holding on to something that we know we can not hold
or fold it seems it seems we just can't forget
Are you frightened, by perfection?
Is this who you are, not who you want to be

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