luni, 20 iunie 2011


I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can' t let go of what's in front of me...
I know you're leaving in the morning ,when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

And I'm on my way to believing...

None of it was ever worth a risk but,....
You are the only exception.

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