terça-feira, 17 de agosto de 2010

the wolves at my door

you're the wolves at my door.

How can I love someone like her? (someone that loves me back)

all my life I've tried to find someone that would laught at my jokes. when I think about it, I'd rather have someone that cries with the same songs. how can I know if things are worth it if I can't let you smile? these dreams, I can't make sense of. I need you to tell me it's ok. can I love somebody else? can you cry with another man? can she betray me like you did?

today I found a new door. you would love that. I'll never find another woman that likes to gaze at the stars like you do.

you're still at my door.
(and these dreams don't make sense either)

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