September 2008
I'm riding it out, this storm that you brought in. Bringing it down, only around, for you I go again. It's got to be, easy to see what everyone takes out of me. Knocking me down, dragging me out. How
I am tired of you and me and the spaces in between. And I would rather be somewhere with better thoughts and warmer air. I'm tired of trying to be somebody different than me, I'm tired of trying to sh