I was addicted.
I was addicted to being someone special.
Someone worth listening to.
He gaves my words power and meaning
and now that he's gone,
I don't want the feeling to go away as well.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Comfort Lines
There are 15 million other places I could be,
but none of them would have the comfort of your arms
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