<--3:10 P.M. September 23, 2003-->
WE ARE ONE IN THE SAME...
Raindrops rhythmically Dance off my window Sill.
Desperatly seeking Salvation in the shape of a Pill.
I Reminisce about that Lost-Gurl who's life was headed down Hill.
Who thrived on an Appetite of Destruction just for a Thrill.
But She seems so Far away and she left me here to take her Place.
Finger Nails scratching the surface.
Riding on Coattails of others to be apart of the Human Race.
Sleepwalking thru Relationships.
Unraveling the Threads of the Silver Lining so it ceases to Exist.
Shattering the Glass ceiling that has contained Woman for so Long.
You see Me and Lost-Gurl are determined to be Happy were just Singing a different Song.