My heart is a well and I can't stop it,
My hands have holes.
And my tears hold back cause I don't have a backbone.
I smile
I smile
Cause I don't have another expression to give..
My frown only comes when I say "truth is"..
But truth is my lips trip my words until I sink in my well but who cares ?
Who cares ?
Who cares?.... I do ...I doooo!!! Come we will hold each other until we find something to laugh at and discover the truth...

"I'm hear for you,"and if you ever come back I have drink for you..