People don’t change. At least not in any way that really matters.
...I’m slipping inbetween you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams…
the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past
I always catch the clock — it’s 11:11 and now you want to talk..
Watch me rise up and leave all the ashes you made out of me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map