13 janeiro 2013
You can never keep it secret; problems, lines on your face, you smooth them out so no one can tell. And with a straight back upon a stage, you dance and hide the tremor in your hands.
I'm watching you know, I see you building a castle with one hand while tearing down another with the other.
And there is a little bit of me inside you.
And there is a little bit of you in everyone.