her life was like concrete, it was always stuck onto something, it always caused ridiculous troubles. she'd run off from places from places, escaping the one thing that ruined her life eight years ago; the thing that caused the beginning of her panic attacks, the thing that started everything. it was as if she was fighting non-stop battles; she was willing to start everything over but that 'thing' kept coming back, was she willing to run now?

every song shouts a story

I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace." I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl.