Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup. they slither while they pass they slip away.. Across the universe.. Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind..
I was born by the river in a little tent. Oh and just like the river I've been running ever since. It's been a long, a long time coming. But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will.
Told her something and Audrey knows it. I told her something and Audrey knows it all. And I don't want to but I will listen. I hate her stories, I hate her random yawns.