How are You feeling today?

Nine Crimes

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you I
t's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright?

Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it
how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away
when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
but she's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright?

Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it
how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?

Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No...

Breath taking....


Captivating...

Is there something more?

Something deeper?

What is running through their minds....

Is it possible to be angry and hurt beyond what words can describe?

Is it possible to get out of it faster than it takes?

Why do people hurt- themselves, one another, everything?

Why?

That's All for Now, I guess.

I love these words: Distraught and Blush

They're intertwined... in a way.

You can be so distraught that you can blush from all your deals, which seem like havoc

or

You can be distraught because you can't stop blushing.

Charlie seems to agree.

I decided to move from my old blog, to something new... that is more me, because it seems as if i keep changing.

Funny how that works out.