Wednesday, 16 September 2009

broken

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

�cause I�m broken when I�m open
And I don�t feel like I am strong enough
�cause I�m broken when I�m lonesome
And I don�t feel light when you�re gone away

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