just pull the covers over your head
My head is weak,
my heart always speaks
Before I know what it will say
Thursday, September 30, 2010
This doesn't even feel real anymore.
It's like a dream gone terribly wrong. We took a wrong turn somewhere...
"Look into your heart pretty baby,
is it aching with some nameless need?
Is there something wrong and you can't put your finger on it?"
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