Tiny Dancer in my hand i was your tiny dancer. right in your hands. gone, and far away as of now. oh...oh... its over. the pain is real. ah, every thing home has changed. i was born country and country's what i love. ah, i rarely drink and i rarely smoke. and by rarely i mean NEVER im a good kid here. i didnt get to go to gate's and kill a chicken. Erik GAVE me his hat. it'll be tough finding a gift for him i hate buying things. i dont want to buy christmas presents that means its christmas. and i dont want it to be. id rather wait another nine or ten years until then no matter what i tell myself. things ARE going to change. me and sarah and alana arent going to be able to LET IT TICKLE whenever we want Carlee and I can't walk home EVERY SINGLE DAY no matter how cold it is. me and joanna can't sit there and talk for hours on end without it costing money its jsut NOT THE FRIGGEN SAME