home..going home. So just who am I now? I had a fire in my eyes. I never intended to be assimilated but one day I'll be going home. Those days were home
The wind. Pounding rain. I can't see what's in front of me. I must trust the three feet of yellow line shining up at me. My reality-desolate, but we'
June 15th and ever since it's begun to make more sense. It'll do you good. It'll serve you well. Is it what you want? Is it hard to tell? If it were
Been stricken sick. She could be the cure And I felt quite sure. I opened every door. It makes me sick; the things I do for you. The shit that I go through
And so it's on forever. He's all alone and facing all his doubts. Discouragement is the price he pays for feeling lame. Goodbye sweet child- Your life
Oh God it's done and gone. It lasted much too long. I can't believe the hole I dug. But look who's crying. I know I said I love you but I don't and I
