Easy was it ever i don't know but I've changed my mind a thousand times before so don't you place your bets on me cause I can't change and you may see that I'm just one of them I'm never gonna turn around don't want to see what i left behind a million secrets safetly hidden deep inside my mind lazy as it seems it's things I like to keep people never learn from their mistakes so don't you put your trust in me cause I can't change and you may see that I'm just one of them
Her sholders never shook. No tears streamed down her face. The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see -- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived.