25 April 2012
It's not what you've lost, but it's what you find.
Make me out of clay, decide the words I say.
On my own, this will always be my home.
Fall head first, like paper planes in playground games.
You have taken my defences, you are pulling me apart.
Sharp as a knife and you fit like a glove, that is no way to live that is no way to love.
Its a shame you don't know what you're running from.
I tell myself that I'll be strong and dreaming when they're gone.
You can't change the world with a song, you can't make it right when it's wrong.
Ellie Goulding • Opuss № I