April 19, 2011
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Something in the taste of bitterness,
And here I stay
In the security you bring me
When your thoughts are far away
For the nights I dont remember
And the days I proudly waste
On you for something better
Or perhaps another taste
Of sunshine in the night time
Of flowers when it's cold
And snow is something permanent
Though we'll never dream of growing old
Without the other half of us
A simple dream we shared
Wasted on the aftermath
Of life if we were scared
And who's to say I'm wrong, now
If wrong is just a feeling
My skin is getting tired and
My thoughts are slowly peeling
From my lips

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