Thursday, April 15, 2010

broken.

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

'Cause I'm broken,
when I'm lonesome.
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.

You've gone away.
You don't feel me here anymore.

The worst is over now.
And we can breathe again.
I wanna hold you high and steal my pain away.

There's so much left to learn,
and no one left to fight.
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 am broken when I'm lonesome,
and I don't feel right when you're gone away.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open,
and I don't feel like I am strong enough.
'Cause I am broken when I'm lonesome,
and I don't feel right when you're gone away.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome,
and I don't feel right when you're gone away.


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