March 2010
February 2010
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i want to know your plans.
i want to know your plans and how involved in them i am.
when i go to sleep for good will i be forgiven?
if you want roses, you can go buy a bouquet.
if that just won’t cut it, well what can i say?
you’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead, strength in my bones, put the words in my head.
when they pour out to paper, it’s all for you cuz that’s what...
if i threw my guitar out the window so far down, would i start to regret it or would i smile and watch it slowly fall?