Sunday, 16 March 2008

hold me close

and I'm walking down my own street
the leaves are falling high, high on my feet
I wish I wasn't cold, I wish I wanted the same things

and I keep speaking words and words of thunder
hoping to shake something and feel alive
like a train wreck I'm falling under
but my speech is numb
and I can't help but keep hurting

and I wish that I was younger
and I wish that I was young enough to know better
and I wanted you to hold me close
hold me close.

Uzun zamandır böyle hissetmemiştim. 6 aydır sanırım. Zsa zsa zsu =) Umarım sen o'sundur.

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