Sunday, 6 December 2009

I was born in the arms of imaginary friends

free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been
then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
trying my best to understand all that your love can bring
half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
half of my heart takes time
half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you that I can't keep loving you
with half of my heart.

ahhh gaaaaaaaad.

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