So now its time for one last bow, eleven's hour is up like all your other selves , and now its time for twelve's
just thought id add a little poem, or reference depends on where you heard it from
like not with a bang but a whimper..
im moving on its what I do. I don't say goodbye and I never forget
I had a bad year last year, my fault I know I wasn't sad or depressed or angry or hurt, just alone and worried. W aiting for something to turn up that still hasn't. I know it will be soon, and than I will have to say goodbye to some people who are my best friends. but than in this world who can you trust , not even yourselves..
I believe in him,