Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Grasping, grasping, grasping to threads I didn't think exsisted.
Waiting in the rain just so I don't feel as though I was such a fool.
This isn't my stop but it will take me where I want to be.
Waiting in the rain just so I don't feel as though I was such a fool.
This isn't my stop but it will take me where I want to be.