I'm lost. It's over. It's done... yet I'm not. I'm bleeding out my eyes because my heart stopped beating. I'm dying in the pain. and all I want is this week to pass.
An open road. Pink Floyd. Reckless speeds of 90 mph. A Beautiful dark night. Soft hearted sighs. Serenity, and excitation.
And all the while i thought about you.
I've got things on my mind. How beautiful it could be. If only it were you and me. I say the words i mean. I hope you know that. You keep me going each day.