Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Oh you with your head on my shoulder


Your heart is no grave to be perfectly honest
Your mouth's a smoking gun
And you smile while your twisting the knife in my stomach
Until everything is gone
Take all you can from me
I've got weak constitution
I'm led so easily
So easily
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