jueves, 14 de junio de 2012

See I'm trying to find my place, but it might not be here where I feel safe.
We all learn to make mistakes.

And run, from them, with no direction.          We'll run from them, with no conviction.

Would someone care to classify, our broken hearts and twisted minds,
So I can find someone to rely on.

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