Today I'm up here in the sky, Will you come and be with me?
Profile Kelly Low. kellyeagle95@hotmail.com Tagboard Archives September 2006 October 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010	Saturday, January 09, 2010 I never thought I'd cry this year. When I was young and naive, I thought you were my angel. An angel that was given to me to teach me how to produce beautiful music. and maybe, learn something meaningful about life. I liked you so much better last time. Perhaps its you who changed, or I did. But as I changed, I still liked you. I actually looked forward to seeing you each week. You made a difference in my life. You actually made it interesting. meaningful. Fun. You were my angel. But now, I thank God for letting me see right through you. This happened more than three times, and each time you bitched about me to my mother. and obviously, the whole world knew. I've made a mental note to smile at you whenever you scold me, and say yes to whatever you say to me. So if you say anything again, I can walk out of the room and say that it has nothing got to do with me, with pride. I thought you were different from the others. But you're exactly like them. Probably even worse. I'm hanging on to nothing but hope. Afterall, isn't it hope that keeps us going in life? I have no right to scold you or anything. Who are you anyway? My angel?
But baby, when they knock you down, I will help you up.