searching for the truth in all the wrong places.
life is a mockery.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
When the winter falls too cold to touch.
Cause all that I wanted, all that I needed
All that I wanted, was to be
And all that I wanted, all that I needed
All that I wanted, was to be alone
Was to be alone
Was to be alone
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