And the tears I hold back switch between those of sadness and joy. And no words can describe the confusion I feel. Between what I have and what is real. I could reach out and grab your hand, but I think in the back on my mind I will always want your's. And how fair is that? Is it fair to file it under, 'life isn't fair?' damnit.
Mood: Torn Current Music:American Aquarium Drinker by Wilco
