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| laughter (profile) wrote, on 3-19-2005 at 11:39pm | |
| So, this is my new layout. I like it. I made it. I'm not really in a good mood right now though. I remember the night Bridget and I got "lost" and like almost went to Barefoot Bay. We talked about a lot of stuff that night. And I finally realized I was doing exactly what my sister was doing. And that scared me. It really made me sick, I am such a hypocrite. The way he treats me...I know I deserve better. But there is something drawing me back after every fight and every arguement. I love him and thats something hard to get over. And I guess I got a lot of thinking to do and deciede what I really want to do. I love this song. Never has one paragraph (the 1st one) connected so much to my life and how I am feeling now. It's exactly how it is with us. She loved him like he was the last man on earth. Gave him everything she ever had. He'd break her spirit down, then come lovin' up on her. Give a little, then take it back. She'd tell him 'bout her dreams; he'd just shoot 'em down. Lord, he loved to make her cry. "You're crazy for believin' you'll ever leave the ground." He said "Only angels know how to fly." And with a broken wing she still sings. She keeps an eye on the sky. With a broken wing, she carries her dreams. Man, you ought to see her fly. One Sunday mornin' she didn't go to church. He wondered why she didn't leave. He went up to the bedroom, found a note by the window With the curtains blowin' in the breeze. And with a broken wing she still sings. She keeps an eye on the sky. With a broken wing, she carries her dreams. Man, you ought to see her fly. |
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| Anonymous | x0x, 03-20-05 10:56am I like that song a lot too. :)
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