Friday, June 7, 2013

If this, is giving up..

There's still a little bit of your taste,
in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced
with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say
What's going on


We're always going to wish for someone to come right out and say it-
all the things we should be,
to be exactly what they need.


I'm tired too.


The problem with good acting, is that it's always real.


I want to know, who's gonna save me?


it taught me to die

And it's not hard to fall,
when you float like a cannonball

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