måndag 14 april 2008

#2



I'm destructive, I create something just to destroy it.
I see something beutiful, I thought I was a part of it.
It's the reason that I love hotel rooms, they're not personal
there's nothing in there to get attached to, there's nothing to loose.


" But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall "

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