find me here speak to me i want to feel you i need to hear you you are the light that
"Roger That, Over"
As I lie in bed some nights, my limbs twinge and my head spins at fifty miles per hour. I dare not flip over, lest I inadvertently injure an already aching body part. Before my lids close in exhaustion, my mind begs to know how I became so tired from doing nothing relatively strenuous the whole day.
Those are the days I believe I'm actually working for the CIA. It's so secret, even I don't know!
you calm the storms and you give me rest you hold me in your hands you won't let