segunda-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2013
It's probably what's best for you...I only want the best for you, and if I'm not the best, then you're stuck. I tried to sever ties and, i ended up with wounds to bind, like you're pouring salt in my cut. And I just ran out of band-aids, i don't even know where to start. 'Cause you can't bandage the damage, you never really can fix a heart. You must be a miracle, walk up, swearin' up and down. You can't fix what's been broken. Please don't give my hopes up, no no, baby, tell me how could you be so cruel. IT'S LIKE YOU'RE POURING SALT ON MY CUTS.