What I Feel For Her

Sometimes I'd Wake Up At Two Or Three In The Morning And Not Be Able To Fall Asleep Again. I'd Get Out Of Bed, Go To The Kitchen, And Pour Myself A Whiskey. Glass In Hand, I'd Look Down At The Darkened Cemetary Across Teh Way And The Headlights Of The Cars On The Road. The Moments Of Time Linking Night And Dawn Were Long And Dark. If I Could Cry, It Might Make Things Easier. But What Would I Cry Over? I Was Too Self Centered To Cry For Other People, Too Old To Cry For Myself.

We Never Choose Anything At All. Things Happen. Or Not.

Each Person Feels Pain In His Own Way, Each Has His Own Scars.

My Shadow Is Only Half Of What It Should Be." "everyone Has Their Shortcomings.

The Unwaking World Was As Hushed As A Deep Forest.