lunes, 21 de marzo de 2011


"When I woke up today
Looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away
No more sighing in her breast

I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Everytime I pin down what I think I want it slips away
The ghost slips away "

"Maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasy"

"Life of chasing butterflies"

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