miércoles, 27 de noviembre de 2013

Let's talk this over, It's not like we're dead.
Was it something I did?
Was it something you said?
Don't leave me hanging in a city so dead, held up so high on such a breakable thread.
You were all the things I thought I knew, and I thought we could be.
You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be (supposed to be),
                                                         but we lost it.

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