Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
Do you see the lies, that you told to me
Do you see the scars on my heart that bleeds
When I think about the love I need
You don't know what you want
I don't know I need
I only know that this sense
Of standing still
Is killing me
(... in progress)
Also, I just noticed the suggested labels in blogspot are "Scooters, vacation, fall" which will likely only be funny to me and Erin, and maybe Katie.
I have opinions on things and I like to talk about them.
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