If it Weren't For Bad Luck, We Wouldn't Have...

welcome back, you've heard this all before. i'm sort of all mixed up, but i'm just a lost soul not a lost cause. hanging up this hopeless can't be too good for the heart. a smile on my face when my head hits pillow would be a pretty good start. your words come like fire, mine just burn a hole in my pocket. will i get tired of spitting out cliches? i guess not, i feel this way.