Wednesday, May 11, 2011


Cause I've been thinking hurricanes and bullets falling down like rain
I think of you and that's just when it starts
In the dark you know I've seen it, but you know that I don't mean it
From the bottom of my angry, broken heart

I thought that I will never go through this kind of pain again when I'm with you, you're my big shelter, my hideout. I'm wrong.

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