söndag 8 mars 2009
7 mars depecheväder och tonårsångest
My secret garden's not so secret anymore
Run from the house holding my head in my hands
Feeling dejected, feeling like a child might feel
It all seems so absurd that this should have occurred
My very only secret and I had to go and leak it
My secret garden's not so secret anymore
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