samedi 19 janvier 2013

Tell me how I should be. Just tell me. I'll do it.

You always hurt the one you love
The one you shouldn't hurt at all
You always take the sweetest rose
And crush it till the petals fall

You always break the kindest heart
With a hasty word you can't recall, so
If I broke your heart last night
It's because I love you most of all

Like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper.