We lose ourselves in the things we love.
We find ourselves there, too
zaterdag 28 mei 2011
But slowly, instead of trusting you more, I trusted you less, and the more I loved you, the less I loved myself. But now I’m free, and I’m not sorry. I had to get out. I knew it was over long before you said it. And I thought you broke my heart, but you merely made it stronger, made it resilient
donderdag 26 mei 2011
woensdag 25 mei 2011
All she's ever felt is held back. She says, "It's kinda nice to get myself back". She's gonna do a lot more of that, she's makin' plans and makin' tracks. She said, "Oh , oh I gotta go and find me." Oh, she found the strength to break free. Oh, she's learnin' how to let go.