lunes, 27 de septiembre de 2010

On my own.

On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone, I walk with him till morning. I feel his arms around me, and when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me.
And I know it's only in my mind, that I'm talking to myself and not to him. And although I still say, there's a way for us.

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