How Quickly the Glamour Fades
12.10.2010
***And then you bring me home, Afraid to find out you're alone.
Pick up the pieces,
Hanging from a thread,
And put it back together,
At dangerous heights.
Unscramble the words,
So you forget to understand.
Promise not to look back,
When I run away.
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