What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.
that I would be good even if I lost sanity
that I would be good
whether with or without you
Just turn around; turn away from me… before i lose my head. just turn around but remember me, and how you left me dead inside….
we were gonna be different; now where did those dreamers go?
i was the one who’d paint the stars and watched you while you slept. you were the one who held my heart and smiled as it leapt inside.. ...
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