domingo, 9 de diciembre de 2012

Sometimes tears say all there is to say.
Sometimes your first scars won't ever fade away.
Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes.
Sometimes we have no choice but to walk away.

Tried to break my heart, well, it's broke.
Tried to hang me high, well, I'm choked.
Wanted rain on me, well, I'm soaked, soaked to the skin.

It's the end where I begin.

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