"Brock, if you would sit still I could take the danged pictue." Reba said fiddling with the camera. "Aww come on!" "I don't want my picture taken!" Brock yelled like a little three year old. "Ok I got it!" Reba ran to Brock's side and as the camera flashed Brock looped his arm around Reba's waist and flung her and himself into the freezing cold stream.
Reba pulled the picture close to her chest and she threw it to the ground in a mad rage. She stormed over to the counter and started to chug down the drink, but her emotions got the better of her. She started to cry and as the teardrop fell so did the bottle and it crashed to the floor.
Reba decided she was going to go find the one that she loved the most and still. When she pulled on her black and brown cowboy boots, she flung th back door open and the glass shattered out of the windows, and she walked outside into the freezing cold rain.
Standing at the back door She tried to make it fast
One tear hit the hard wood It felt like broken glass
She said sometimes love slips away
And you just can't get it back Let's face it
For one split second She almost turned around
But that would be like pouring rain Back into a cloud
So she took another step and said I see the way out and I'm gonna' take it
I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by Wasted
