viernes, 23 de diciembre de 2011


Everytime I try to fly I fall . Without my wings, I feel so small.  I guess I need you .
And everytime I see you in my dreams, I see your face, it's haunting me . I guess I need you. 
I make believe. That you are here It's the only way I see clear. 
What have I done? You seem to move on easy...

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