23 de abril de 2009

Tired. [¿Quién no se siente así de vez en cuando?]

Hold me up and don't let go, I've had enough.
I'm tired of breathing, tired of feeling, tired of looking at the past for meaning.
Tired of running, tired of searching, tired of trying...
But i'm not tired of you.

I want to feel a change, I don't mind if it hurts.
You take away the pain, you're the only thing that's pure.

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