there is a Christmas tree lit bright in Arizona, and i know i should be home.

It was hard to fight back the tears, crying eyes are all I hear.

"I'll call more often"

But I know you won't answer.

Growing up is the hardest choice you will ever make. Holding true to every mistake.
I need you, hoping you feel the same.
I lost track of time, no one to blame.

adult thoughts, from an adolecent mind.

I would tell you things have changed. But progress report: everythings the same.