You're just a piece of dirt where a heart used to be.

And, this, is my mind. It goes over and over. The same old lines.
And, this, is my brain. It's torturous analytical thoughts. Make me go insane.

Living there too fills me with dread.
This paranoia is distressing.
But I spend most of my night guessing.

All the stars up in the sky, And the leaves in the trees.
All the broken bits that make you jump up, And grassy bits in between.
All the matter in the world is how much I like you.


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Postat av: kricka

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2010-03-30 @ 18:00:56

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