the broken, by eleanor maslen
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Why are you here? Inside my sleeping head?
You shouldn't be here.. when I lay on my bed.
I don't know your name, but I see you face
I see it everyday, living this daily race.
I thought we were safe, alone in our dreams
but that's the only place no-one can hear out screams.
Your a stranger to me yet we are old friends
It was love, but everything has to end
Your broke that thing I had, that no one could touch
Meh.I don't think I'll end this one. Bored on the bus.
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Posted: 2011-08-29 10:37:33 UTC |
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2011-08-30 00:31:02 | lance |
nice chat miss maddness hope 2see u on soon |