i sit here and wonder what to type. not knowing what to type, i wander.
i put in the love and rockets cd. i put on earphones. i listen to the beat to drive away the heart ache.
i find myself near tears often these days. i think it's equal parts stress, physical pain and emotional baggage.
i wish i could write a song. it isn't that i can't write songs. i can write songs. but the song that i want to write is beyond me.
And this is for the tears that won't dry
And this is for a bright blue sky
And this is for when you feel...
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