23 Mars 2010



Said I used to think the past was dead and gone
But I was wrong, so wrong
Whatever makes you blind must make you strong, make you strong
In my time I've melted into many forms
From the day that I was born
But I know there's no place to hide
Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light




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