segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2016

Broken Bone

I wanted to be weak.
I swear I wanted to be weak.
So I could smoke a cigarette
And cry, and talk to you.
'Cause it's so tiring to be strong.
It gets me mad,
It makes me wrong.

I wanted to be in love again.

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