sábado, 16 de agosto de 2008

"The game is to free fame
The mental picture and let it be shown
It looks a lot like this
And I can't bear to look alone
There's a little inside
That we never really know
Till the hole gets deeper and it starts to show
There's a part of you
That likes to feel it too
Just like we always do

I cry but I can't explain
Why I never be the same
I know I'm just another face in the crowd now
Yeah I'm invisible


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