Oct 11, 2007 19:16
you left, I died; I went and you cried
you came, I think, but I never really know
I've served my time
I've watched you climb the wrong incline
but what do I know ?
the netherlands was an experience.
absolutely unreal.
I honestly could've cared less about where we were, all that mattered was that I was with him.
now we're back to the same old shit.
but there are no regrets, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
so now, we number the days and suffer through the long nights.
because what else is there to do?
put on a brave face, get out and live.
and that's my plan.