believe me.
if no one believes, the decay and decline of the past few years will only continue until only memories remain. bring me a notebook. and a pen. with the title and lyrics to one song that makes you think of me or of us, and what we've been to eachother through the years, to Border's. Saturday after 3. i don't ask for much. show me that for all i have believed in every last one of you at least a part of you wants to blindly believe what im saying right now. it's all it takes.