And I Walked For Hours The Mist

How Can You Call It Love When It Hurt You So Badly?" "it Was Love Because It Was Worth It.

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

I Was Too Weak To Walk. At Least, I Thought I Was Too Weak. But In Truth, I Was Too Weak To Try.

Like Driving Along A Bumpy Road And Losing Control Of The Steering Wheel, Tossing You—just A Tad—off The Road. The Wheels Kick Up Some Dirt, But You're Able To Pull It Back. Yet No Matter How Hard You Try To Drive Straight, Something Keeps Jerking You To The Side. You Have So Little Control Over Anything Anymore. And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much—too Tiring—and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

After All, How Often Do We Get A Second Chance?