And i can't explain what it's like to feel this way afraid everything happens like a story heard a thousand times or a story based on yellow lines and
me if we can not stay ourselves through this confusing mess we have to make this last would you rather wake up with me or without me? think about it and for
there comes a certain time when we should contemplate the end of everything familiar as we know it we will not follow the same path tomorrow as yesterday
i just need somewhere to lay my head before the hour is gone and i remember when the days were so much easier they used to tell me that my dreams could
how can it be that opportunity isn't knocking at my door? when will I find a better source of entertainent than my current unsuccessful, selfish one
