Friday, July 16, 2010

Through My Eyes

It's the same story but a different night.
And when you're moving fast through life I guess that's how the story's always gonna go.
Broken bottles and tears shed.
Then in the next moment you're back in it again.
Telling yourself that this is the one,
All to avoid being alone
As if your own company is your worst enemy.

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