Every moment is another chance to turn it all around.
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
You’ve come far and though you’re far from the end,
you don’t mind where you are, cuz you know where you’ve been.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map