...was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not for me...
It's been over a week since this line got stuck in my head and has been working it's way through my body ever since. Yesterday it snuggled itself up in my throat, creating a bit of a lump that almost brought me to tears. When the lump finially desolved I started singing, the same line over and over again, not even feeling selfconcious or embarressed on the bus. And I hate people who sing on the bus almost as much as I hate the ones that talk to themselves still not nearly as much as those who talk to me.
I never get any further than this line, always come to an abrupt halt after "but not for me" from where on I start again. which is kinda sad because the next line sounds ..things are gonna happen naturally...
