Tuesday, 24 May 2011

saket



Every little thing you do is tragic
All my life, oh was magic

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I can't live without you
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease
I think that I'm sick
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honey
Be, be strong
Keep telling myself it that won't take long till


seriously. its not the true self when i've once saw the other way round. *cries*

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