...I could have touched the sky...
Hide from the clouds
The young chase the rainbows
Grow up, Moon-catcher
Thunder in my heart, hot and grey
Rain drops falling from my eyes
The young play with stardust
Grow up, watch the sunrise
Just wish for wings
But don't brush the clouds
...I could have touched the sky...
hmm, i think it sounds like i'm stoned. (and Reeser, you're so lucky that you get out of high school!!!) and, woohoo, i'm getting a job. at walmart. shoot me now.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
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It doesn't sound like your stoned. As i said before.
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