miércoles, 4 de enero de 2012

And how high can you fly with broken wings?

I kept the right ones out, and let the wrong ones in. Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins.There were times in my life when I was goin' insane tryin to walk through the pain.When I lost my grip and I hit the floor, yeah, I thought I could leave, but couldn't get out the door. I was so sick and tired of livin' a lie, I was wishin that I would die.

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