jueves, 27 de agosto de 2009

I'm ok, I'm ok; Don't keep asking me I might dissenagrate. What you want? I moved on; everything is going WELL at least thats what I tell myself. I wish I was the tinman so I wouldn't have a heart to break. I'm ok, I'll survive; I only think about you half of the time. All these tears are just drops in the ocean baby; you barely even cross my mind, no no... and it doesn't hurt that much, it was only a papercut. I forget that its there, you keep calling and calling; you don't care how it burns, how it stings; just cause you can't see it bleed, doesn't mean it don't cut deep. I wish I was the tinman so I wouldn't have a heart to break. I'm ok, I'll survive; I only think about you half of the time. All these tears are just drops in the ocean baby; you barely even cross my mind, no no... and it doesn't hurt that much, it was only a papercut.