Errrr!!!! Mom keeps on trying to talk to me despite the fact that I can't hear a thing that she's saying. I have to turn down the music or pause it... I'm so sick of doing that!!! I don't care what she has to say today. I'm not in the mood. She's talking to Seth now on the phone (cell) and thinks that she has to scream into it in order for anyone to hear her. AHHHH!!!! I'm so sick of it all!!!! For the 1999th time, I'm restarting the song!
I'll Always Be Right There
When your all alone and you need a light,
Someone to guide you through the night, Just remember that I am here, to hold you close and dry your tears.
And just when you though you were falling but you know I'll always be right there.
When your all alone and you need a friend,
Someone to help you to the end,
When you need someone to catch you when you fall,
I'll be there through it all.
And just when you thought you were losing,
But you know I'll always be right there,
And I'll be there through the good times and the bad,
And we'll be there for each other 'cause you're the best friend I ever had.
And just when you though you were falling,
but you know I'll always be right there.
Whenever you need me I'll always be right there.
I'll always be right there.
I don't know why I just typed that all out but I did so deal with it.
I really don't know what's wrong with me today but I'm in a really bad mood. I guess I should end this before it becomes even more pointless than it is now. I don't want to write anymore.
"Am I real, am I true? Am I borrowed, am I blue? Is it just the dust of leaving you, settling? Am fair, am I strong? When I'm there do I belong? Is it only skin I touch when I reach for you? Who believes they fall they go so far sometimes? DO I blame the wind or the trees that let it go? Or do I wave goodbye? Settling. Do I stay and do I fight? Is it wrong when nothings right? Is it just the closet light I leave on for you? Who believes they fall they go so far sometimes? Do I blame the wind or the trees that let it go? Or do I wave goodbye? Settling.So many times I've needed you to be strong for me, but you bend behind the sliding trees. You have no leaves, no leaves, no leaves. Settling. Am I real, am I true? Do I stay and do I fight? Is it just a closet light? Is it only skin I touch or is it just the dust, settling?" Settling, Tara MacLean