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[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[being as shy as he is, he's not feeling very comfortable with this sudden need to sing. So here he goes, singing in a confused, shy, and somewhat frightened voice]

Your quiet eyes, your mouth that never tells lies
You've got one hour, its time you told your story
Eighteen alone, in love with the answer phone

And too afraid, you're too afraid to fall for anything
And too afraid, much too afraid to sing

[ooc; this was the song for his journal. Could not help myself, it's a sad but cute song]