domingo, 30 de junio de 2013

HAY DÍAS QUE SE SIENTEN ASÍ.

Heal the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore;

You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars.
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in.
You were never supposed to leave,
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can.

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