There Are Times I Go Out And

The Past Is Like A Handful Of Dust. It Filters Through Your Fingers, Disappearing Little By Little. I Wish, For One Day, I Could Go Back. In Another Life I Would Do Things Differently.

I Was Like, I Don't Know If I Can Hold That Promise [to Wait Until Marriage To Have Sex] Because This Guy At Camp Is Really Cute. Sex Wasn't Talked About In My Home, But I Was A Very Curious Young Girl.

Sometimes, You Promise Someone Forever, But It Doesn't Work That Way.

My Whole Thing Is To Agree To Disagree And To Have Respect Because Nothing Can Really Be Changed And You Wouldn't Want To Ruin Their Happiness - Even If That Happiness Is Ignorance.

I Still Have A Spiritual Base And A Spiritual Foundation.