the mood Standing naked in the rain One step closer to insane No one left here to blame I'm moving forward, doing the best that I can I'm moving forward
friends and lovers, like an un-riped fruit dreaming about the day of harvest because of being unable to just move one more step forward what?s causing
reminiscing on the long drive home would have never left if we had known about the problems that were faced and that bitter sweet taste another endless
