Well here I was shaving my legs this early morning, rocking out to Tina, wishing I had legs like her and watching myself in the mirror...
I'm in the desperate moment of my life in the need to grow some wings; at this moment to calm my sanity within I smash with an electric guitar the distance and not being able to lock our fingers.
Becoming a saint living in the sweet arms of a man who's that far away. How can I express the frustration since I am overwhelmed with it. I'm going to pretend that he is leaving on a jet plane right now and come get me and make me wings… OMG what is happening to me? No, wait don't answer I already know the answer.
- Emme is feeling this
