baby you got me spell bound and pound for pound as I drown upon my frowns; I'm lifted; gifted with abilities; squandered affliction and still you're killing me. I'm lost never knowing which way I went and too much lost life time is too much lone time spent. I can wait for heaven's bus but amongst our fuss I'm growing tired and unjust. I want this to be over; you make me any thing but sober; like a four leaf clover, crush me and I'll die but keep me around and I'll always abide and lift your spirits high. True, there is no way to undo the actions by you that turned this into a do unto others as you would have done to you; brused beneath the mask of gold plating; I'll be right here; cold, somber and waiting.

Sherry

sherry who?

WOW this thread went far..