And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin
or the moment of truth in your lies.
When everything feels like the movies
you bleed just to know you’re alive.

And I don’t want the world to see me
’cause I don’t think that they’d understand.
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.

2 kommentarer »

  1. ctrn said,

    december 1, 2006 @ 11:52 e m

    Fin låt och fin bild.

  2. Charlotte said,

    december 2, 2006 @ 3:42 e m

    Vackert, vackert!
    (Jag vet inte om jag skrivit till dig förr; hej i så fall. Jag snokar runt på din sida lite då och då.)

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