I'm sorry...

I just couldn't handle it anymore...


There's a certain sickness about you. Always turning the other cheek. Tell me, would you turn your back on the sun if it was destined never to shine again?
There's a certain sickness about you.  Always running from who you are and what you dream to be.  Tell me, would you turn your back on the moon if it ceased to be?
There's a certain sickness about you, I will never forget.  So sorry to say, goodbye for now. I refuse to let go of my dreams...

<33*angie