i've got this twisted empty feeling on the inside... we talked... she said i should come home ... i looked in the mirror, i look like a little boy lost in the supermarket.... the little boy thinks he'll never see his home or family again...
my brother is great he's doin' everything he can to help me out... except talking to me about my choice... i think it's the right choice... moving here, away from her ... but if i go back, will it all start over again and end up as a big disaster where i blame her for ruining my life... she said if you leave now... we can be having lunch at the top of the palms...
she said she'd move if i got the job in NewOrleans... but nothing on the East Coast....she said she has worked too hard to live on the east coast...(i think that's funny ) I feel like this
