But I so want to walk that razor's edge, Take feeling to a whole new level.

I am different. And I don't understand exactly how. And I don't understand just why.

If I come back to you now, can we be what we were before life’s uncertain rhythms tore us so far apart? If I return today, will your arms gather me in, or will I be wrenched away, snatched by riptide I have no power to resist? If I find my way to you, one man standing in a crowd, will I even know who you are?

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

The truth is, I've always been afraid of letting anyone get too close. I built a wall around me, a barricade to hide behind those few times someone wanted entry to my heart.

And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future-you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get nice house.

I was about six years old, still Daddy's little girl, even though Daddy couldn't care less about me. How could I expect any man every would?