tisdag 19 april 2011



The eyes around me are so cruel
With every chance, they steal my soul
So walk with me, talk with me
Hold my hand, I'm stumbling in consequence

It buries me alive

Can you fix what's made to be broken?
I can fix what's made to be

My heart is tattooed on my sleeve
I'm not hiding, no

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