lunes, 20 de junio de 2011

Lunatic thoughts (IV)

There's a story I don't want to tell of you and me lying in my bed and three roses to smell. There's a dream I don't need to explain of you and me flying in a plane away from any pain. There's a moment when everything went wrong and you stopped playing our song. Yesterday I felt really bad. Today I ran out of blood. Tomorrow I'll go mad.

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