20031228
when the darkness of the night sinks in, i wonder, how many broken hearts are there out there? why are their hearts broken? was it words that were left unspoken? was it chances left uncherished? or was it a mistake right from the start?
sometimes i wonder. how is it that i can tell people not to dwell on the past & think of what they can do now instead, but deep down inside, i never seem to be able to do that. is that the way it is? or is it me? maybe it's me. maybe i choose to live in the past. but i'm gonna have to wake up sooner or later.
group1 soared @ 03:29
xoxo