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It was in the march of the winter that I bought those things I thought I would need and I wrote a letter to my family said its not your fault and youve been good to me just lately Ive been feeling like I dont belong like the grounds not mine to walk upon and Ive heard that music echo through the house and I sat watching a flower as it was withering I was embarrased by its honesty so Id prefer to be remembered as a smiling face not this fucking wreck thats taken its place so please forgive what I have done no you cant stay mad at the setting sun we all get tired I mean eventually theres nothing left to do but sleep but spring came bearing sunlight those persuasive rays so I gave myself a few more days my salvation it came, quite suddenly when you spoke very plainly you said "Of course it's your decision, but just so you know, if you decide to leave, soon I will follow" so Id prefer to be remembered as a smiling face not this fucking wreck thats taken its place Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 03:19 PM PST 0 • 10
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"It was in the march of the winter..."