It's strange, don't you think? How life works, you can feel on top of the world one minute, then, like the smallest bug the next.
It's strange, don't you think? That the colour of love is the colour of blood, but, losing eather one of them could kill you.
It's strange, don't you think? How friends come and go, and turn into enemys, bub, your life is affected bey everyone of them.
It's strange, don't you think? That i strived for somthing my entyer life, but, when i got it all i wanted to do was throw it away.
It's strange, don't you think? How i am alive, and they are dead, yet, they are the ones who saved me from the darkness.
If this is true, and everyone can understand then...
Why is it strange, that i should want to be with them?
Why is it strange, that i should be irisopcable, just once?
Why is it strange, that i ... died?
Hello,
Love,
L (Nate River) N (Near)