Воскресенье 16 Окт 2011, 10:04
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ten years in the glasshouse. and we're busy counting bruises, and watch the stones go cruising by. they're just whizzing past our heads and we're still standing here, tied on a thread, stretched beyond our limits. beyond my limit. and i'd surely love to reach out and touch you, but it's suicide. and now i'm watching your reflection, cause i can't look in your eyes. and i'm burning. just burning up on the inside. it's so very very cold here. so very very cold here.. and i doubt if things will ever change.