Jan. 3rd, 2007 @ 2:20PM
Trying to remove the cloud thats raining above my head. Thought I was clear and there it is again like an attachment to my soul, an ever digging hole to fall in. I, the only one to pull me from this. Wouldn't want it any other way, for That is how I've spent living half my life so far. Pull out the good things, I will stand tall. Burn all the bad things, that make me fall.