You've brought me down to all I can take. If I went any longer I think I would break. Everything else is right before me. But wait, hold on a sec. This Isn't how It used to be. I wish getting older didn't mean anything new. Because I liked way back when, It was just me and you. Please don't forget all the times that we shared. When you told me you loved me and I told you I cared. It didn't matter the season or what time of day. You just needed me close, now you're slipping away. It's hard to hold on when your grips not tight. You're holding on to other things, when you've only got two hands. I'm not sure that I'm one of them, I don't really understand. I used to be your number one, before all of these "things". And you used to be my angel, but goodbye angel wings.
February 7, 2009