Oct 06, 2004 23:21
I want to speak, but I cant breath.
I wish I could see, but I'm too blind to look.
Can't hear, for the covers pulled over my head.
How did I get here?
Where do I even begin?
I wish I could write you a song. I wish I could put it to words. Am I naive enough to dare to hope it will last?
Perhaps.
Through the ups and downs, the stars will always shine for us. For you. For everyone who has ever known this feeling, the stars still shine.