"Lord , help my poor soul"

~~~From Edgar Allan Poe, he said this right before he died~~~

Are we gonna be like our parents? Its unavoidable. When you grow up, your heart dies -- The Breakfast Club

I don't think its so much the future that scares us, more that our past will catch up with us and we'll have to relive them

More times than not our worst fears are the things that have already happened to us

F the world if they can't understand..

I will held my head up high, Break the path to my heart, And no one will come trough my shield, No pain will be left.

All i do means nothing
who i am doesn't matter
all i say is ignored
so what else am i here for?

I am more than you know, street lights and open roads.
I am more than a face, stuck living in one place.
So call me California, call me what you will,
cause I'm bigger than this place and so far from alone.

...I know that I've been dancing around the truth.

Lyrics.

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a dream, today is your chance.