Tomorrow night I’m going to hang out with some friends, Wednesday night I’m going to go see Footloose with my mom and sister, Thursday I’m going shopping with my grandma for christmas presents, Friday I have a work Christmas party, Saturday I am getting my first tattoo and possibly hanging out with a friend and seeing Sherlock Holmes, and on Sunday I am going to go see A Christmas Carol. When did I get a life?
So what about me? What about love? Is it ever going to be enough? How can you breathe and act so tough, when you’re the one giving up. So careful now you’re running out of comebacks and runaways. What about me? What about love? What about us?