I hate how crazy I get when my thoughts multiply I hate how angry I get when my thoughts multiply Where am I supposed to go to save myself from me
Where am I supposed to go now that you've left me Please let me open my eyes and see you again Please let me once again feel your arm's embrace
Don't forget the girl who smells like paper and ink
Oops, this totally went in a different direction. - - - He ordered me Paper Passion (it's supposed to smell like paper and ink) for my sixteenth birthday. He was the only one who remembered my birthday that year without being told. God I miss him more than anything. I'll always love you, Andrew.