Bricks
Bricks
Bricks and walls
Walls of bricks
Stand tall
Crack in the wall
Do you see it?
Crack in the wall
You see it.
And it makes me feel…
You see it.
Like damaged goods…
You trace it.
And it makes me feel…
Cracked.
Bricks and walls
Walls of bricks
Stand strong
But that small crack
You see it?
It makes me feel…
You see it.
It makes me hurt
Cause you see it.
And it makes me feel…
Cracked.
,
Scraps
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May 8, 2009 at 5:49 pm
Sweeeeeeeeeet.
I’d say smooth too, but … it has its other connotations as well =P
May 9, 2009 at 9:28 pm
heheee….
and…. hmm… I don’t like what I think you’re getting at! *suspicious look*