"I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass
My four walls follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you waiting there swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember the soldier standing next to me
Riding on the Metro

I was smiling as you took my hand
Saw the mood we spoke in France
You were passed as shallow word
It isn't passed there's still a hurt
You were passed as shallow word
It isn't passed there's still a hurt
I can see you now smiling as I pulled away..
sorry

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
"I'll love you always" filled my eyes
I remember the night we walked along the Seine
Riding on the Metro

I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier turned, then walked away
F**k you for loving me
Riding on the Metro"

first of the first......hella dehydrated.

So i assume the blog is the journal that the group mods refer to having for membership, so i will start one right.............NOW!


Got an email today with a nice surprise that was a a few month free membership back on here, apparently one of my old friends paid for me to join back up......not sure who that was tho as i was not very active back when i was on here. I think the site owners are just giving a taste of the site knowing i will get addicted again. But anyway I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Where should you look them BTW?

Thats it for now when something exciting happens aor i make a friend who might actually read this i will post another entry.