
Everything was so fresh and full of promise
Life had turned into an adventure
One we'd conquer together
Now it feels like we have to fight for happiness
Lousy drivers
Shitty jobs
Crappy weather
Too many "things" to do
Too much stress
We're being buried
And I'm not strong enough
alone
I wish we could fly
Saturday, November 03, 2007
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