martes, 9 de agosto de 2011

Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure on your lips.
Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure.
Close your eyes, there's nothing we can do
but sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves
.You're trapped in your past,
like it's six feet under .

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