Thursday, September 20, 2007

Why does it feel the same
To fall in love or break it off?
And if a young love is just a game
Then I must have missed the kick-off
Don't depend on me
To ever follow through on anything but
I'd go through Hell for you and

I haven't been this scared, in a long time
And I'm so unprepared
So here's your Valentine
Bouquet of clumsy words
A simple melody
This world's an ugly place
But you're so beautiful to me

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