I want to be the bluebird singing Singing to the roses in her yard The roses in her yard her father grew for her It's been raining that Tennessee honey So long I got too heavy to fly Ain't no bluebird ever gets too heavy to sing
i really dont know what to expect and although i dont think im expecting anything, i have a feeling that i might be subconsciously and im not ready for that fall.
i really wish things would be straight forward and cut and dry all the time. i dont care if it made things a lot more dull. it would just make everything a lot more simple.