will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
can we survive it out there?
can we make it somehow? (somehow)
i guess I thought that this would never end
will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
or will these memories fade when I leave this town?
i keep, I keep thinking that its not goodbye
keep on thinking its a time to fly...

ive looked at my PRECIOUS yellow booklet
for a million gazillion times.
i STILL CANT ACCEPT THAT SEC4S ARE LEAVING.
ohwels.
desstiny wad.

  ¶ 3:45 AM