The letter told me to keep on fighting, although there's not much to keep me awake, and this headache, poisonous water I breath every day.
I wish I had some answers, but I am supposed to wait, and though Brian says he understands, Heather keeps making mistakes. And how am I going to get through this?
The answer was simple on paper, not on my hands. It is slipping away as I slide through the mud and carry you too. My love is too tight to make you happy and the fear is more.
And so, we are all in this forrest, walking with no direction.