söndag 27 maj 2007

this knife in my lungs..

She had an earthquake on her mind. Apparently the kind that would bury us alive by putting all this weight on us forever.

Cause baby, I'm not alright when you go. I'm not fine, please be all mine. I never want you to go because I am all yours. So please be all mine. - The used

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