Texty: To Each His Own. Almost.

It's almost as if I can't say anything new. Well, I know that can't be true, because of people like you. The one's who started this, and left it up to us. The ones who are gone, but never forgot. Can't forget the things you said. Forever implanted in my head. Don't have to fill any footsteps, or make marks in the sand. I don't have to follow anything, or preach about marks on my hand. The first time I heard your words, I felt so free. It's like the words you were writing, you were writing only for me. Can't forget the things you said. Forever implanted in my head.