segunda-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2009

''All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am so many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am but these stories don't mean anything when you've got no one to tell them to it's true

You see the smile that's on my mouth is hiding the words that don't come out and all of my friends who think that I'm blessed 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''

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