As he sat down upon the train. Silence settled in his brain. Reached out his hand and touched her hair. . He struggled with the same old thought. Should he tell her, should he not.
I got my plans from trembling hands. I knew just what to do. Follow each step carefully. And hope they pulled me through. . My father ran to different lands.
Now that were wasted, talking disconnected. I see that wildness in your eyes. Proud and hollow, like theres no tomorrow. You know you scare me sometimes.