It was a cloudy night,. or so it looked to me,. I felt so lost,. I couldn't say why.. I needed strength to change my mind. but those ghosts stick to me like glue, hating life,.
I don't plan anything. I'm trying to come home. Thoughts of you are always on my. mind. A runaway from problems, my excuse. when I am there. You roll over - once again I'm gone.