Its days like this when I'm on top of the world.
And yet, I always find a way to let it slip through my fingers.
Cause clenched fists, could never hold as much as open palms.
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
Its days like this when I'm on top of the world.
And yet, I always find a way to let it slip through my fingers.
Cause clenched fists, could never hold as much as open palms.
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