The place looks like a warehouse and the crowds of people remind me of earlier in my life, flashes of memories dashing before my eyes. Halee asks me something and I look at her, swallowing, "What?"
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