Last updated July 5, 2004


My name is Dayle. It's been a long time since this was last updated... and it's going to remain pretty lame for a while as I figure out what to do with this site and my other site, but I'll try to do something with both sites soon.

I suffer from depression, trichotillomania, and low self esteem. I'm going to therapy, taking Lexapro, and trying to make myself feel better.

Nina Gordon -- Horses In The City

they walk the horses home at night right by my window
they pull their carriages along busy city streets
itís from another time itís like a lullaby
but i donít think that i can sleep tonight

so i count the streetlights i count the stars
i make a wish and wonder where you are
i wonder if iíll live long enough to feel again
help me

ícause iím falling out of grace
i hang my head and hide my face
i donít know what it is i just feel out of place
like horses in the city

i played the game i dropped the ball i lost another friend
i gained a future but i canít see where the future ends
iíd write a letter or write a song but once again my voice just comes out wrong
i wonder if iíll live long enough to sing again

ícause iím falling out of grace
i hang my head and hide my face
i donít know what it is i just feel out of place
like horses in the city

but they donít seem frightened as the cars go speeding by
so why am i so terrified to close my eyes tonight?
iím just afraid thereís no time no time this time

ícause iím falling out of grace
i hang my head and hide my face
i donít know what it is i just feel out of place
like horses in the city

they walk the horses home at night right by my window
they pull their carriages along busy city streets
i wonder if theyíll live to run without the reins again?
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