Monday, June 12, 2006


Time to pick up the pieces and look for superglue. After all, I only destroy myself, not others. Stupid me.

So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

All American Rejects - Move Along.


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