Hello, my foul weather friend. These thick sheets of rain seem to have hindered your way again and the winds, I can feel the winds, they've gotten so strong, no wonder You're back to our home. My ears are always open to your laments and my will is always weak for your advances, and I'll play the maid and clean up the mess Your face, I look at your face and it's changed since we last spoke it s weathered and beautiful, so weathered and so beautiful please have a seat, I was going anywhere but that can wait because I'd rather have you here while I can then I'll pack it all up and take you with me again My ears are always open to your laments and my will is always weak for your advances, and I'll play the maid and clean up the mess I wasn't like anyone else so real and so strong, so you said it's always," welcome back, I'll take your bags " things haven't changed much since you left my side and though your rooms been unoccupied, I have tried to give it up. So here are my ears again and here are my arms and here are my hopes again, just please keep coming back.
it's all about releasing the stuff inside you, you know what i mean? letting out it, because it will kill you slowly. no, it'll make you stronger, trust me. just repress it, push it way down, and it becomes like fuel.