viernes, 30 de septiembre de 2011

Best laid plans.

You don't like it in the shadows, but you won't let me shine a light;
I would wash away your troubles, but it seems
the more that I hold on, the more that you let go 

and I know, you better let somebody love you or find yourself, on your own.
If we don't talk about the future then should I just, follow you into the dark
and does your silence keep you cold while the cracks form on my heart.

It seems to me some fine friends have watched you, turn your back;
It seems you only want the things that you can't have.

Tell me why all the best laid plans 
fall apart in your hands 
and my good intentions never end, the way I meant.

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