quarta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2009

the other side of the world,
is an island, that she part from one;
and I know this place
from there, there is no escape

I know she held me
not too tight, for she would break me;
not too loose for I would slip away;
to the other side of the world

I know she held me
Like I could leave at any time
and I could breathe into the wild
and tell myself I'm free

This meant something when you said it. I should have known. You were trying to tell me this. Nevertheless, you're still a coward. There is no escape from that.

For you.

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