“Tell her something true when all she’s known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom. Tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.” — To Write Love on Her Arms
Hello there, how you doin'? I've got all these thoughts just floating through my brain; they bump and they collide and cause a flurry of confusion, and it's getting on my nerves. I try to hold myself together
fighting off this mental weather, when I can (sometimes I do), but this shitstorm's never ending and the atmospheric pressure's calling for rain. This is what I've got going on, this is where I belong tonight. ♫