As I look up at the loft, a barrage of images pounds through my skull and leaves me with a sharp pain behind my eyes. Cursing under my breath, I bring a hand to my head and close my eyes as I try to analyze what I'd seen.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I don't argue, my one hand shaking, and nod. Swallowing, I blink and find my hand just feathers for a moment. When I blink again, it's back to normal. ...Not good.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind