vital signs of a stray mind
my space, my salad bowl, my punch-bag, my foosball, my coffee, my pillow
Thursday, March 6, 2008
|you|
i am scared of getting close to you
am too scared to lose you
and i kno i wont b able to let go...
i dont seem to remember a time when you weren't in my life..
u seem to have been always there
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