sábado, 4 de septiembre de 2010

Through the glass.

How do you feel, that is the question
But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect to bitter folks, and while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see, remember what you're staring at is me.

[Stone Sour]

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