when the sun doesnt shine
will you be mine
you say love is blind
then death must see clearly
20/20
a perfect score
make it work
i was so sure
she came one day
threw my toys away
grow up
an option?
rather a demand
oh mother nature
oh mother why
conserving
deserving
OBSERVING
converging
deterring!
The truth is I've lied
every time i made you cry
every time you wanted me to die
I can see
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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