Tangled weird things...so, the title more or less says it all. Isn't everyone's life like that? A bunch of tangled things? For others weirder than others.
Sitting here in my room, all alone on a Saturday night, makes me wonder just how tangled and weird can a single's life be.
Tell me mom, you who know it all, why do my friends leave, where do they go...tell me mom, you who always knew and know it all, am I enough to ever be loved to the sky?
