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So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you,
Saying I'm sorry for that night.

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sorry,
I disabled the chat navigation.
inspired
Monday, March 29, 2010 // 5:34 AM

I've been trying to get to you but i couldn't, you wouldn't let me.
when i finally got you, and i decided to let you go, you wouldn't let me.
then i decided to stay, you wouldn't let me.
it's complicated. not everyone understands it, its just our little inside joke, L.

life is like a drama starring ourselves, it's just, there is no script and we can't say cut but we can still control it because we're also the director. look at the stars and you'll realize that your life is not bad, because you're still alive living it. right?
cause everything is never as it seems,

- - - - -
I wish I had a parachute, because I'm falling fast for you.