lunes, 4 de agosto de 2008

What you're made of


I can't control it, if I sink or if I swim
'Cause I chose the waters that I'm in


I hear you talking, but your words don't mean a thing
I doubt you ever put your heart into anything
It's not much to ask for, to get back what
I put inBut I chose the waters that I'm in

Just like I predicted...I will sink before I swim

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