Bie


Friday, September 18, 2009


Tired to take a picture, Of love
Don't think I'll miss him, That much
I wanna fill this new frame,
but its empty
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Tired to write a letter, In ink
Its been getting better, I think
I got a piece of paper,
but its empty
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Maybe we're trying too hard
Maybe we're torn apart
Maybe the timing is beating our hearts
We're empty
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Posted by Bie at 11:32 PM |

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