It stays quiet for a little and I paint the wall with great concentration, very aware of the way she bites her lip. I hesitate before splattering paint in her direction, wanting a little fun.
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
He splatters paint in my direction and I freeze, looking over at him playfully before wiping it off my arm. I smile and keep biting my lip, smiling before splattering paint back at him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I try to get up again and somehow manage it, the tray stuck to my behind. Laughing, I shake my head and free myself from it, holding out a paint covered pair of hands to help Whitney up.
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
You must never give into despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road, and you surrender to your lowest instincts. In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength. — Uncle Iroh
