Am I standing still.
Out of the corner of my eye, was that you?
Are you passing me by.
Do you need me like I need you?
Do you love me like I love you?
Am I standing still or are you passing me by?
I feel broken down.
Darkened sky's, burning bushes, looking.
You aren't in sight.
Between fright and flight, which do I choose.
November 25, 2001
Don't stand still sis, don't let anything pass you by.
Have a sweet goal for tomorrow.
Loves ya sis, -l-a-c-e-y-
