Aug 04, 2008 23:08
This is a ride going nowhere
But somewhere that I despise
Going nowhere to end up with a tearful
I don't wanna go on with these pieces of paper
To keep me company in my old age.
I feel like I'm accepting it, yet not dealing. I can't do both, not right now. I don't think I'll be strong enough when I come home and something's telling me I don't need to be, it's ok to be weak and sad and pathetic. It's ok because he knows. We understand eachother.