You walk around in a strange haze,
It's all part of your same days...

He is strong,
His presence vital to my life...

Like a restriction on the
population...

Dear Corie,
I'm tired of writing the same stuff...

I'm just a little lost,
Caught up in my thoughts...

Who was i to make you wait,
what we had must have been too...

The truth is you rely on me as much as i rely on...
to breath to live to fall through...

She told me today that we're over,
she told me something that couldn't be any colder...

You asked me what i want,
like it would make a difference but...

So then you've got me here,
what do you do now...

The look i feel myself give,
is so uncontrollable...

I'm tired of standing up,
thinking that I'm strong...