burning every bridge that i cross to find somewhere beautiful to get lost.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
when we were together, i used to always look at you and think "you can't be real. this can't be real. this is too good, this is too perfect. i must be dreaming." the other day i looked at you and thought to myself "yeah, it was real. now it's gone."
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when we were together, i used to always look at you and think "you can't be real. this can't be real. this is too good, this is too perfect. i must be dreaming." the other day i looked at you and thought to myself "yeah, it was real. now it's gone."
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