Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Prove Me Wrong

I thought I was getting out of this mess; thought I would become heartless like a robot so I wouldn't feel anymore. And I swear, always, whenever I am in doubt or truly about to give up that in some way, shape or form, if I ask for a sign or if I'm about to turn away, there you'll be.

...it's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out.

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