Indiana drivers scare the piss out of me. I can drive and have fun in this all day but I see so many accidents that I worry. I just want more MI drivers around here. At least I get to come home and sit with my baby.
Friends are there,
To cure the tear.
Music is played,
And fear is tamed.
So gather round,
And hear the sound.
Of my circle of friends,
The circle that never ends.
So sick of the lies and false ties.
So sick and the assuming and the guessing.
You want to know my life and trife?
You want to who? or if its you?
Then talk to me and you will see.
The other half of my path.
Isn’t it weird hearing a friend argue with a parent. Then agreeing with the parent. My God it makes me feel old.