Not to run;
A reason to flee.
When all the world is colliding,
Where will I be standing?
I feel like I'm a piano in a sea of glancing eyes.
My voice is broken and out of place.
No where left to hide.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Not to run;
A reason to flee.
When all the world is colliding,
Where will I be standing?
I feel like I'm a piano in a sea of glancing eyes.
My voice is broken and out of place.
No where left to hide.
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