tilting shadows till my head spills into the clouds
i know its strange but your the one i need right now
speak of your dreams, tell me exactly what to think
the letters seem to replay,
when your my inspiration to waking up each day
manage my thoughts, my blood will not clot,
it seems to run smoothly through these veins,
its different for me, i never act this way,
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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