poniedziałek, 21 września 2009

py

This morning's been cruel to me again,
Even my bed is cold
Naked I seat down and break in tears
So hysterical
Tearing off the pillows of past
I bet all neighbours have heard me before
Can't beat another sleepless night
Does it have to go on?
Carry on finding pieces of me on the streets
It's only when I loose myself

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