16MAR10'
March 16, 2010
What about me?

I'm thinking as I fold into the night... The flashbacks the pictures, the letters and songs.
Now, nothing's the same. It's time that we sink or swim...
And I'm wondering what if it's going to be better soon?
The talking in circles it set it stone, you were gone, we were wrong all along.
"Now the past is the past and the bruises may fade these scars are here to stay."