These amazing people come into my life. And everyone touches your world, in one way or another. Last time I had to make a choice (although I don't regret) I believe I may have chosen wrong. Too much was destroyed in the storm. And lost in the fire.
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
I'm just so fucking baffled.. There isn't enough time in the day.. There is too much love here. There is definitely too much love there. Living in Europe cannot happen until next fall. Can you get high off Vicks? Does the Knight really comfort you? I heart The Last Waltz with you on a lazy smoke filled Sunday. Find a way to not let a friendship ruin because of drugs. Can't help them get out. Can only be waiting outside. I find comfort standing in the rain. "The Song" is really mine and his. Not yours. It's pathetic that you haven't fully moved on. You can admit you're wrong. Did you get your papers yet? What about school? Move to Toronto? What did it all really mean? What was real? I'm becoming a teacher! Is it really that long already?!
Praying to be stronger. Not to change my fate. But, What do I do??
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