Saturday, June 6, 2009

Hands up in the air, the cool breeze in your hair.

Because writing is writing and reading is reading, questions are questions and answers are answers, reasons were reasons and lovers were lovers.

I thought it didn't matter anymore.

Wouldn't it be nice to have friends who call you in the middle of the night on a fri/sat night to ask you out for a drink or maybe have a go at the clubs? Yes, it will be nice. Call yourselves club kids and have fun.

When everything is given to you, it's hard to prove your worth, if nothing is given to you, it's harder to prove your worth but if you give nothing at all, just don't bother.

All of a sudden, you seem so distant to me.

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