They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone
But for what we've become, we just feel more alone
Always weigh what I've got against what I left
So progress report: NO! I'm not missing you to death
I come here knowing this time at least at the very least of it all no one know that I have this account. Well, unless I go to stupid mode and blubber mouth this account as well to who knows.
So what can I say? I guess what else but.. till next time