by Sleepyhead » Fri Mar 23, 2007 8:47 pm
I'm a year nine here in Oz, pretty sure that makes me a Freshmen (I have three years of school left after I finish this one) in the USA.
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, it slowly rises; your love is going to drown.