Two Steps Behind Her, I Say Her

If I Had A Chance With Him, I Missed It. No, I Didn't Miss It. I Threw It Away.

Betrayal. It's One Of The Worst Feelings.

And In High School, People Are Always Watching So There's Always A Reason To Pose.

The Longer You Wait, And This Is True, The Slower The Hands Will Move.

Like Driving Along A Bumpy Road And Losing Control Of The Steering Wheel, Tossing You—just A Tad—off The Road. The Wheels Kick Up Some Dirt, But You're Able To Pull It Back. Yet No Matter How Hard You Try To Drive Straight, Something Keeps Jerking You To The Side. You Have So Little Control Over Anything Anymore. And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much—too Tiring—and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.