baby, don't cry.. and don't fall asleep on the maths book.. when the bad it's so cosy.. "is it?!?!".. the voice within my mind yells. it is cald, it's true, comes an ansewr from another me.

maybe you'll find one day someone to find trust in, " a little me"="a liitle you", somenone to have Breakfast at Tiffany's with. just maybe....