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# Posté le mercredi 07 mai 2008 15:56
Modifié le mardi 20 janvier 2009 15:36

Let's go ! With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping. The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading. Would she hear me, if I called her name ? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame ? There's always something different going wrong. The path I walk is in the wrong direction. There's always someone fucking hanging on. Can anybody help me makes things better ? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. The moments died, I hear no screaming. The visions left inside me are slowly fading. Would she hear me, if I called her name ? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame ? There's always something different going wrong. The path I walk is in the wrong direction. There's always someone fucking hanging on. Can anybody help me makes things better? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. This battered room I've seen before. The broken bones they heal no more, no more. With my last breath I'm choking. Will this ever end I'm hoping. My world is over one more time. Let's go ! Would she hear me, if I called her name ? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame ? There's always something different going wrong. The path I walk is in the wrong direction. There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me makes things better ? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. Better! Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home.

Let's go ! With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping. The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading. Would she hear me, if I called her name ? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame ? There's always something different going wrong. The path I walk is in the wrong direction. There's always someone fucking hanging on. Can anybody help me makes things better ? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. The moments died, I hear no screaming. The visions left inside me are slowly fading. Would she hear me, if I called her name ? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame ? There's always something different going wrong. The path I walk is in the wrong direction. There's always someone fucking hanging on. Can anybody help me makes things better? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. This battered room I've seen before. The broken bones they heal no more, no more. With my last breath I'm choking. Will this ever end I'm hoping. My world is over one more time. Let's go ! Would she hear me, if I called her name ? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame ? There's always something different going wrong. The path I walk is in the wrong direction. There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me makes things better ? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home. Better! Your tears don't fall, they crash around me. Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home.
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# Posté le vendredi 09 mai 2008 18:52
Modifié le mardi 20 janvier 2009 15:19

Tellement de choses changent.
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# Posté le dimanche 25 mai 2008 08:10
Modifié le dimanche 10 mai 2009 10:54

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«J'ai mis mon manteau, mon écharpe et mon bonnet, attrapé mes deux grosses valises et pris la porte. Ma mère accouru pour me rattraper mais mon père l'agrippa par la main, elle éclata en sanglots.»
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# Posté le vendredi 30 mai 2008 14:12
Modifié le dimanche 10 mai 2009 10:55


Toi, toi et moi,
J'adore cette photo.
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# Posté le lundi 16 juin 2008 15:33
Modifié le lundi 16 mars 2009 16:13