Like a doll with a wooden heart
with an ice pane of glass stuck
right there, where it'll always hurt
Hold me close, take my hand
Let me breathe
Keep me alive longer, put me on life support
I'm sorry, that it's always going to be this way
All I ever wanted was to dream another dream with you
All I ever wanted was to be more than perfect, just for you
shaeira
Sorry mum.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
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