Believe me when I say
It’s nothing, nothing at all
Is it that hard for you to see?
To accept with no question
I’m still here, oh, I’m still here
You always want more, I try not to care
It kills me to endure days panic-stricken
In front of you I morph to no more than a chicken
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Nothing
Posted by .blushfully. at 11/13/2008 12:27:00 PM
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