lunes, 26 de diciembre de 2011

Runaway.

When you get so tired of everyone around you, and you just want to feel the wind in your hair. When you want to run and run faster, to go. Do you know what I mean? That felling that seems to make you break down... When you feel no one understand you. That you are alone, with no home... No place to stay.

Thats when you most make me laugh, cause you might be right in everything but you are wrong in one thing. You are never going to be alone, there´s always gonna be a friend, that feels similar, or even the same, cause you are both teenagers. There´s always going to be someone, that hold your hand tight enough so you don´t feel alone anymore. That´s me, you are never going to be alone, remember this, if we runaway, we will run together. You´re beautiful.
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