dimanche 25 janvier 2009

we keep running around like lost kids,
to find eachother in places we thought secret,
we think the way first lovers did,
we like to call coincidences fate.

And we both know that if we sit still long enough,
we'll know why we care,
we'll keep thinking our hearts are too pure
to face eachother and play truth or dare,
so we crave innocence, and we seek answers into eachother's stare,
we lose, we win, we laugh at things nobody else's understands,
and who cares, who cares if to the world it doesn't make sense.

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