Thursday, February 27, 2014

Thursday, February 27, 2014
Sometimes I feel as if you secretly read my mind;
And then know just the right things to do. 
To make me keep falling;
I keep falling. 
Please don't be someone I want, for me. 
Be someone you want to be, for you. 
And I will either have to love you that way, 
or lose you either way. 


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