tisdag 22 februari 2011

why would anyone sane do this to themselves?


We're playing a game,
and it's killing me.

A day ago and I didn't even know you,
now I can't even get you of my mind.

This game is crazy,
it's driving me crazy

Still,
isn't this the excitement?
the thing keeping everything interesting.

But I can't stop thinking of those dark curls in your face,
the dark hair on your chin,
the blue eyes...

That smile,
oh I miss that smile.

Why do I have to wait,
not knowing if we'll meet again?

This game is crazy,
why would anyone sane do this to themselves?

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