Thursday, December 11, 2008

:: Failsafe ::
soundcheck : Coheed and Cambria - Time Consumer

I don't want to write anymore.

I don't believe that anybody, feels the way I do about you now.

And all the roads we have to walk are winding.

And all the lights that lead the way are blinding.

There are many things that I, would like to say to you, but I don't know how.


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Thursday, December 11, 2008 :: Failsafe :: soundcheck : Coheed and Cambria - Time Consumer I don't want to write anymore. I don't believe that anybody, feels the way I do about you now. And all the roads we have to walk are winding. And all the lights that lead the way are blinding. There are many things that I, would like to say to you, but I don't know how. _ spoken. at 3:17 PM
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."