It was cold...
It was night..
I was with you.....
Why can't we be happy with what we have, with what is readily available and most likely in our best interest?
I certainly recognize the massochistic streak in myself. I then politely wave to it and tell it i'll see it again the next time around, which is always sooner than i expect.
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not laughing, I'm frowning
I'm not singing, I'm screaming
Please tell me that i'm dreaming.
-SHEER TERROR-
May old acquaintances be forgotten...
la la la la......and crown thy good with brotherhood..
How does the rest go?
It was night..
I was with you.....
Why can't we be happy with what we have, with what is readily available and most likely in our best interest?
I certainly recognize the massochistic streak in myself. I then politely wave to it and tell it i'll see it again the next time around, which is always sooner than i expect.
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not laughing, I'm frowning
I'm not singing, I'm screaming
Please tell me that i'm dreaming.
-SHEER TERROR-
May old acquaintances be forgotten...
la la la la......and crown thy good with brotherhood..
How does the rest go?
I am special