James. The idea, your purpose, was to be my alter ego... Some husk or shadow of a person that I could dump all this baggage on to and just let it go. But somehow, whenever I think of you, I just see myself.
If I was an arrow, what would I hit? Would I kill the beast or fall short Would the string be pulled to guide me straight? Or would I break in the fall. -o-
I am too weak to fight these strings The vicious pull of asking torment The Whispers of something I should do That say that this is what I should commit -o-