I smile a lot... but for no real reason. I think you just might be on the corners of my lips.
Fish are everywhere when you're around. But somehow I'm still comfortable.
I want to help you.
Let me help you.
You would be good for me, singer.
And something tells me that I could be good for you, too.
Baby steps.
If you fall, I'll be here to help you up.
Take my hand. We'll start off slow.one step... slow.
small steps... slow.
Time heals all wounds.
Let me be good for you.
My goal is March. six months away.




