Jun 28, 2003 22:18
they say time heals all wounds, we'll see.
flipped through old pages. each one stung my finger tips. i drove in the wrong lane. i wanted to forget, today. no such luck. never play billy joel songs around me. don't ever mention new york around me.
my short fuse and all, i must be danger. but i'm just this little girl...
can't put a stopper on some things. makes my blood run cold. i have no control. my words aren't worth anything. don't listen to me.
i shouldn't be here.
I should be happy, very much so, and for good reason.
i swear they must not see me coming.