just like the song foretells
it's almost like a desease-being free and being happy
if only it didn't come out of so much ugliness, misery and so many mistakes...
if i could take away all the pain that has been on the way of the becoming.
cause i'm slowly becoming,
and it's happening...
Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you will carry on...
[but no- what's not bound to happen, wont happen,
i never asked for more- only what is mine...]
-matchbox 20
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