Saturday, 26 November 2011

No tear means anything to them / 
for they know nothing of it / 
'tis I who lets them all run wild / 
they know nothing of it / 
'tis I who holds them close, 
who rips herself apart / 
they know nothing of it / 
'tis I who breaks down, 
gives up to love / 
they do not understand / 
for they know nothing of it.

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