martes, 2 de marzo de 2010

The smell of your skin

lingers on me now.

Fairy tales don’t always have

a happy ending, do they?

Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to. ‘Cause I want to hold yours too.

I’ve got to get a move on with my life.

It’s time to be a big girl now, and big girls don’t cry.

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