lunes, 4 de julio de 2011

I have grown too strong, to ever fall back in your arms. I learned to live half a life, and now you want me one more time. Who do you think you are? Running round, leaving scars. Collecting a jar of hearts, and tearing love apart.
Don't come back for me. 
Who do you think you are?

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