Why do you choose your pain
If you only knew
How much I love you, Love you
I won't be your winter
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry
And we can be forgiven
And I will be here.
He says when you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I�ll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
Saturday, Sept. 21, 2002 at 11:32 p.m.
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So here I am again. This isn't going to be a real entry either. But I promise you I will get caught up. Especially since today had some rather interesting turns of event. I'm just so dead tired right now that I can't keep my eyes open so there's no chance of writing a somewhat understandable entry. I'm off now, adjo and as always take care.