14 junio 2010

And when it rains, you always find an escape. Just running away, from all of the ones who love you.
From everything.
You made yourself a bed at the bottom, of the blackest hole. And you'll sleep till May.
You'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore  .
And no, (oh) how could you do it?, (oh I) I never saw it coming. (no oh) I need an ending.
So why can't you stay, just long enough to explain? .

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