lunes, 21 de marzo de 2011

What about staying out of here?
What if my life was far away?
Not being in the correct place.
In the perfect hour.

Why is everybody passing over me?
I used to recognise you
in other eyes, other lives. Everywhere.
Now, I can't see your face
even when you are in front of me.

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