domingo, 18 de abril de 2010
I think I'm drowning, asphyxiating. I wanna break the spell that you've created. you're something beautiful, a contradiction. I wanna play the game. I want the friction. you will be the death of me, yeah, you will be the death of me. bury it. I won't let you bury it. I won't let you smother it. I won't let you murder it. our time is running out, and our time is running out. you can't push it underground. we can't stop it screaming out. I wanted freedom, but I'm restricted. I tried to give you up but I'm addicted.