TO LEAH IWILL MISS YOU WHEN YOU MOVE TO FLORIDA...
AND I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT YOUR MOM...
Pulling down her long sleeves. . . to cover all the memories the scars leave. . . |
Maybe making me bleed could be the answer that could wash the slate clean. . .? |
The tears and blood will start to haunt my dreams, as I am soon to realize that nothing's what it seems. . . |