Friday, January 7, 2011

margaux's song to diego











When I was younger
I saw my mommy cry
And curse at the wind
Shebroke her own heart
And I watched
As she tried to reassemble it

And mypapa swore that
he would never let himself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now

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