Buddha
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Touching
I'll just hide
All the times I cried
All the times you touched me
I'll never be free
You make me want you
I may be a fool
But life can't be that cruel
I'll just believe
For later I'll grieve
Over the mistakes
That you touching me creates
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