They don't know my head is a mess. No, they don't know who I really am. And they don't know what I've been through like you do.
So tell me, why don't you care??
segunda-feira, 16 de novembro de 2009
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"You say you need to travel far away, to make you think of something else. Well, I think you’d find out if you dared to stay, that far away is a place inside yourself..."
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