My life is feeling like a polished stone
you give me a long drawn look
sometimes it's hard just to be alone...

I sold the furniture, put away the photographs
went out to dinner one more time
skipped the bottle of wine
had a couple of laughs...

wasn't it fine?

I didn't write that, it's a song that makes me think of you. I think I'm almost done with this tribe...I like to read back though, my pain was real, as was my anger...and my pathetic need to be loved by someone who just couldn't love me back...I'm starting to heal for real, and I'm not sure I'll need this much longer...

wasn't it fine?