stuck in the haunting of all my old yesturdays, i begin to cry all ive worked for has gone down the drain, As you someone like yourself cant brush it off your shoulder..sigh i wish i had that..im twistin and turner nothing able to reach nothing solid, i close my eyes and dream to another time in my life. i know i dont matter to the one i need i cry in my misery hopin for another try in life,