Thursday, September 17, 2009

I don’t have any magic but I can be here, and I can listen.


Come and lay right on my bed, sit and drink some wine. I'll try not to make you cry. And if you'd get inside my head, then you'd understand. Then you'd understand me, why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love.

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