sometimes love comes around and it sweeps u off ur feet.
but that dont mean my hands let go ; im holding on for dear life.
cause im soo scared .. i cant go through this again .. i cant fall again.
"till i met this pretty little missle; that shot me out the sky."
so if i wanted to be your missle ..?
Monday, April 20, 2009
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