November 7, 2007
I look back to yesterday. You hadnít much to say it would seem. I stare blankly into the screen it was my vision it was my dream Now there is nothing but my hopes to ween. Today. Not much to say from me. Why canít I listen when I know what is best. Why are you persistant. Why donít you rest. Why do I let you push me around, say the right things then you are scarce if found. It shuts me down And if I donít care Donít need you anymore Itís worse when weíre near to be sure.