domingo, 27 de noviembre de 2011

In restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone.

[What have I become my sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end.

And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made.

But no sweeping exits and all off-stage lines could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind.

No matter what you pray is never gonna take the pain away.]



That's you.

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