It's three in the morningAnd we're still up chatting:Bands and movies, childhood storiesEverything comes so naturally.It doesn't matter the way you lo..
Stress is astoundingThe pain blindingAnd I can't stop crying.Obsessed and strongerBut can't hold on much longerSqueezing me so tightFallen has the nig..
Last night I had a dreamI was drowning in a streamLooked everywhere but still no youOverwhelming sense of deja vuThen I woke up to findThat again you ..
That night, Adrianna had the same dream again.A few inches of fresh snow covered the ground, and she was lying on it, shivering in the cold. A snowfla..
It was three in the morning, and the hallway was pitch dark. Blinded though he was, Lance was able to make his way to the bathroom by keeping close to..