sábado, 17 de marzo de 2012

Cause someone out there holds the key to my heart and do everything to tear ir apart by never allowing myself to let you in.
When all I want is for you to see the side that I don't show to anyone in fear that they may turn and run. 
Alone and incomplete, no more tears to cry, no more blood to bleed, I'll fall forever endlessly when you should be the ground beneath my feet. The better half of me.

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Go ahead, lárgalo.