Παρασκευή, 14 Ιανουαρίου 2011


I always watch you when you're dreaming

Because I know it's not of me

I smoke a dozen cancer sticks

Imagine there are two or three ways

To make you love me

And not dream of someone else

Become the movie on your eyelids

The reflection of yourself

The reflection of yourself

I cry when I listen to you breathing

Because I know there's nothing else

The conscious of that crushing feeling

To know there's no connection left

That we both go through the motions

That we're both living somewhere else

That the movie on your eyelids

Is no reflection of myself

Is no reflection of myself

Is no reflection of myself

I wanna be, I wanna be your movie...

I wanna be, I wanna be your movie...

Why can't you be me?Why can't you be me?

Why can't you be me?Why can't you be me?

Be me, be me, be me...

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