martes, 16 de febrero de 2010


Maybe, I don't really wanna know how your gardens grow, as I just wanna fly. Lately, did you ever feel the pain in the morning rain as it soaks into you to the bone.
Maybe I just want to fly, I want to live, I don't want to die. Maybe I just want to breathe. Maybe I just don't believe. Maybe you're the same as me, we see things the'll never see. You and I are gonna live forever.

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