i listen to songs i could never find mening in before, words i could never speak, tunes that didnt make me feel. they have appeared to become my point of salvation. these songs are my feelings.
i get sad t things that should bear no importance to my life at the moment so i pick myself up again and it becomes a forgotten feeling.
i ride horses, i dance in the sun, i hold ands and i speak to people who know me, who care.
For all ross knows he does sound good. for all peter knows his dreams will come true. Sarah's poison will not work.
I mis the good ol' dayz' nd i miss my bed.
please listen to Life of Agony, please listen to Marcy playground.