I ve been writting rhymes at night but they all sound the same and don t fit right. Sometimes it takes a while when you soul searching, hurting to find your own style. So i ll crawl out tonight through my window again. just like that time in September, you remember when we had lost all communication. I was so tired of this situation. We d begin again. The city we live in is a dark,dark place. Six months of the year all it does is rain, but November will pass just like before and those days will return once more. This drive won t take 14 hours. Like a slip of the tongue or like an accident-unexpectedly. We d begin again...