Nov 19, 2005 23:30
Fucking folk singers have a way of getting to me...
You've got a whole heart, give me the hard part- I can love that too
I swallowed a secret, worked like a charm never got to me, never did me no harm, inside it busted started burning like hell. There are secrets you carry, its what we all do, keep them well hidden smulle them all through
when she danced, she knew the music, so I'm so grateful for her beauty and I knew she would not stay. The split through a prism, knew she was gone, found the note that shed written, Stepped out on the sidewalk closed the door she left there, following a fragrance and I knew I'd never reach her.
I can't live in his past.