18 ago. 2010

When its late at night and 
you're fast a sleep
I let my fingers do the walking
I press record I become a fene
While no one else is watching
I let my fingers do the walking
 I’m staring  for some attention
I’m begging, pleading, bleeding for a 
sugestion.
I bite my tongue because I wanna scream
I’m almost there then you turn and look at me.





mmm...

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