Monday, December 20, 2010

this story is getting old and I'm tired

I'm out here on my own. Better now than I was before. But I miss you, and I want you to know. I can't sleep. It's hard to breathe, And I still feel you next to me, and I can see. The first one is the worst one when it comes to a broken heart.You say you want it all.But whose side you fighting for?
I sit and wonder why.There are nights, we sleep, while others they weep with regret, repent.Be strong cause we've got one life to live.

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