Maybe It's Not As Important

Will I Ever Get Control Of My Life? Will I Always Be Shoved Back And Pushed Around By Those I Trust?

And In High School, People Are Always Watching So There's Always A Reason To Pose.

Could Be My Soul Mate / Two Kindred Spirits / Maybe We're Not / I Guess We'll Never / Know

Josh Will Begin Disappearing Into A Future Where The Only Place He And I Remain Friends Is On The Internet.

Like Driving Along A Bumpy Road And Losing Control Of The Steering Wheel, Tossing You—just A Tad—off The Road. The Wheels Kick Up Some Dirt, But You're Able To Pull It Back. Yet No Matter How Hard You Try To Drive Straight, Something Keeps Jerking You To The Side. You Have So Little Control Over Anything Anymore. And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much—too Tiring—and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.