martes, 15 de febrero de 2011

We wasted so many truths
that we depend
on getting by
another lie
on every other thing that dies
and as his voice beckons out
i hear the end
the end of trauma slowly setting in
my body seems to stop and freeze
by beau angus wilson
stop
well i just dance the way i feel
stop breathing
imagine none of this is real

well i just dance the way i feel

a simple crowd makes a movement on my space
i'm lashing out
i'm crashing down
on all the people in my way
i'm banning all of these habits from this place
this place is ruined been affected
after all the time i paid

stop
well i just dance the way i feel
stop breathing
imagine none of this is real

well i just dance the way i feel

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