joi, 18 iulie 2013

High.


How can you be my drug?
I felt drunk all night...
But how could I?
I haven't  drunk...
You kept popping in my head.
You were  my drug.
You made me feel like flying.
You made me feel so out of this world...
It's so weird , it feels just like a dream....

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