Step out the front door Like a ghost into a fog Where no one notices the difference Of white on white And in between the moon and you The angels get a better view Of the crubmling difference Between wrong and right I walk in the air Between the rain through myself and back again where? I dont know maria says she's dying through the door I hear her crying why? I dont know Round here we always stand up straig Round here something radiates (counting crows)
If you want peace then live alone If you want to hide find a stage Each a brief but perfect home To accomodate your rage And sometimes in the midst of all my crimes I feel lost or have I lost enough? Remaining friends Remind me as they say It's up to you The things you throw away (blues traveler)
I'm ashley- I'll be 17 soon and I go to degrassi. If you want more information please ask, I'm not big on sharing anymore.