martes, 19 de agosto de 2008

Infatuation




you
will be
the death
of me


yeah you
will be
the death
of me


Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our ti
me is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

how did it come to this?

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