söndag 3 maj 2009

what don't kill a heart only makes it strong

tried to break my heart, well it's broke
tried to hang me high, well I'm choked
wanted rain on me, well I'm soaked
soaked to the skin

It's the end, end where I begin
It's the end, end where I begin
sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
sometimes we've no choice but to walk away

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