I remember when the days were long and the nights
became after hour'sI feel like a burnt out teenager trying to hide away from empty shell of hope. I would love nothing more than to spend my early morning's with him. (referring to my love) Do you ever wake up and pinch yourself? Last night went so painfully fast. I mean, maybe he's right. I just hate repeatedly thinking Are you waiting? Am I still debating? For some reason I seem to encounter those questions. let's just wait for day 2, day 1's killer for what it seems.



Take these sunken eyes and learn to see, all your life you were
waiting for this moment to