....Will always find other ways to get out...
...And whatever comes your way you can never be certain of...
...The ways of love, but if I know one thing it is...
...The imminent feel of loneliness & despair that comes with failure.
Sometimes the only thing you can count on is the kindness of strangers, sometimes and sometimes only miracles have been known to happen, and when they do happen they tend to be grand...but there is nothing grand about this, and there will never be anything grand about us and nothing grand about me.
Sometimes some things are too hard to say out loud and sometimes they are said too often....and sometimes never too much.