Keep on going, you just gonna fight it. Keep on going, cause it's not to late, you can't back down. They ask me am i ok? They ask me if i'm happy. Are they asking me that because of the shit that's been throw at me? Or i'm just a little snappy? And they genuinly care doody, most of my life it's just been me and you there and i countinously stare at pictures of you. I never got to say " i love you " as much as i wanted to but i do. I say it now, but you can't hear me. What the fuck good does that do me now but somenow i know you're near me in presence or i went and drop some presents off to.
