fredag 12 december 2008

How can I decide what's right, when you're clouding up my mind?

The truth is hiding in your eyes
and it's hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
but you think that I can't see
what kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out,
on my own.

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