Before I can drift to sleep, someone knocks on the door and I open my eyes. I stand and head to it, paying the pizza guy so Halee wouldn't have to get up.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You'd be astonished at the intimate stories, hidden struggles, and heartfelt dreams that people are willing to reveal if only they find someone who'll truly listen. — Arcticus