Dec 2011
When it rains, it pours down on this life of mine.
I was lost and you found me,
All broken inside.
It wont be the first time that I wish she were here.
And it wont be the last time I scream and no one hears.
I was lost and you found me,
All broken inside.
It wont be the first time that I wish she were here.
And it wont be the last time I scream and no one hears.
I wrote this a week after my best friend died.
