jeudi 26 juin 2014

You may have climbed it,
But you never took me there.

I know you're glad they can all see it now,
I know you're glad they all stare.

Such wasted disillusions.
Such wasted lies wished on another heart.

In my dreams, I still hear you whisper about taking me there,

In my dreams, I still break your bones.

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