søndag den 5. februar 2012

I can feel my face sliding,
I settle for less
Dawn becomes a struggle,
As I settle for less
Never wonder why,
I just wander off,
And settle for less

Never forgiving
I'm so used to living
Never used to the pain
Only because I have terrible aim
Is this what you wanted?
Is this why you're haunted?

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