The toll, by tink |
I wish I could say I had all the answers... So many come looking to me for them I hide behind this curtain of confidence and shroud myself in a cloak of perseverance Nothing gets to me if I keep moving Nothing hurts if I dont let it get to me But it all comes tolling... |
Posted: 2011-10-18 05:07:22 UTC |
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