Wednesday, November 17, 2010


Everyone falls down some days;
Everyone gets scrapes
And even those
Who stand so tall
Will need a new band-aid
And even when your wallet's full
Your heart may be undone
And empty as a lonely house
That never sees the sun

Everyone falls out of love
And finds, sometimes,
They're bruised
Just some of them
Live right next door
And some are on the news

The thing is that
It's easy to
Forget we're all the same
And everyone needs band-aids
Even if they may have fame.

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