The stars will cry

The blackest tears tonight

And this is the moment that I live for

I can smell the ocean air

And here I am

Pouring my heart onto these rooftops

Just a ghost to the world

That's exactly

Exactly what I need

From up here the city lights burn

Like a thousand miles of fire

And I'm here to sing this anthem

Of our dying day

Being sick is very overrated. LG is going to be late in posting this week. I just haven't had the time to write, with Tiff visiting and work being work, and then to top it all off being sick. I just don't understand what it is that's making me so sick; guess it doesn't help when I can't sleep either.

Ever wish you could go back in time and change something, just that one thing you did that you know you're going to regret for the rest of your life but do it anyways? Well I don't. How else are we going to learn, right? But that's my problem right there. I'm not learning, it's just, I guess I care to much, and that is my problem. But who ever thought that would be my downfall was caring too much. Yeah go figure, they use you for what your good at, and they know that you have a heart and that they can step all over it, light it on fire, but you'd still be there for them.

For a second I wish the tide

Would swallow every inch of this city

As you gasp for air tonight

I'd scream this song right in your face

If you were here

I swear I won't miss a beat

Cause I never

Never have before

Oh did I mention I dropped all of my classes at school? Let the two full time and one part time jobs begin...

-Moody Mike