Sunday, January 28, 2007

You are the littleboy made for me in the stars. In the stars, that's why I can't let you go. The little boy made for me in the stars. That's why I love you more the further I go. And before this existence you were always there. Waiting for me. You are, the realest thing I know.

Nelly Furtado - All things come to an end

Honestly what will become of me
Don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is dandy
We are what we don't see
Miss everything daydreaming

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end


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