So many secrets locked up inside.
A pounding inside me, keeping me up at night.
Where do you go when theres nowhere left to turn?
Who do you run to when theres nobody home?
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 2:16 AM UTC
So many secrets locked up inside.
A pounding inside me, keeping me up at night.
Where do you go when theres nowhere left to turn?
Who do you run to when theres nobody home?
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