sábado, 22 de enero de 2011

I wanna run and escape from your prison, but when I leave, I feel something is missing.
I'm not afraid that's easy to tell
This can't be heaven, feels like I'm in hell.
You're like a drug that I can't stop taking. I want more, I can't stop craving
I still want you, it's easy to see..

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