Jun 27, 2007 11:32
It's not something to be taken for granted, brushed aside or disregarded.
There is no more me left to give and i've become closed in. No more hearts on my sleeve.
I've chosen to be a statue. No worries, i'm still me under all the armor. You're just going to have to be a true friend. It's simple.
I guess it's easier for some people.