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I count the minutes, oh, so perfectly. Twenty more and I'll be home. I'm gathering with people that I don't like. I'll probably ruin my life because of that. They say that time solves everything. I think that they're lying. We just get use to the fact that we screw everything. Hei, hei, hei, hei. I'm older now. I think I couldn't do much back then. I surely can do much more now. Time isn't all that matters. Anyway, things change. We tend to rearrange. Maybe I'll be better tomorrow. Perhaps I'll be happy nest month. I look at my image in the mirror. It reflects my fears, hopes and dreams. I've spent four years, I think, without seeing any of that. Now, it seems stupid, almost ridiculous, but when I was a teen it gave me hope. It gave me hope that I was ok. Hei, hei, hei, hei. I'm older now. I think I couldn't do much back then. I surely can do much more now. You know, most of the times, things don't change all that much. I still have trouble asking girls out. I still try to balance my acts between wrong and right. I still get drunk and smoke joints. I still get happy and depressed. I think it's just life. From Letras Mania