Oh boy...where do we go from here? I'm no toy, boy. I'm writing cos I have too much inside. Too much to hold inside. I'm not that pretty I'm not that confident I'm not certain of what I want sometimes, but I'm here. Oh boy...what happened? It used to be me and you, you and me. Still, I linger a little longer. I wait for something to happen because that's just what I do sometimes..I linger. I'm tired I have too much in my mind. How do I go about now that too much damage is done? Still, I'll linger. I'll hold your hands and your fingers I'll grasp. That's what I do.. I linger. If only you look into me a little more.