I stand there and I wonder what I'm doing. I wonder what I should do. And I don't know, I don't know I don't know what to do. I don't know wether to take or to hold. To stay or walk away. And I think that is it- that is everything. Do what I want, be honest to myself and then it would do good for others, that's all, full on.
Once time is lit, it will burn. Wether or not either of us is breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air there is the memory of the smoke. Katy conti I hate to lose you. Hate to lose you so much. Keep praying for me as I am praying for you. And I want the letter, so I'd like it if you kept writing too. I love you.
I am a danger, and yet you hold me.
I really like you, and this eats away at watever I have left day after day. When is the right time? Tell me, because I'm obviously blind.
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