Once I turned around it was alright, it was all right side up.
I don't have to worry myself sick about the colors that she chooses to be. That's up to her and not me.
This vapor lulls me to sleep each night, so maybe it's not all bad after all.
I don't have to try to be what she wants me to be.
Everyday is a day closer to when he'll be here and his letters make me feel so much better. It's been a while, but it a not too much longer now.
They miss me, I think. I thought maybe they wouldn't. But I think they do.
Sometimes change stings a little but it doesn't last forever.