I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.
It's getting harder to believe in anything
and just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts.
*paramore
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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