The Feeling - January 6, 2011

Don't you love when the remorse disappears
Along with the troubled anger and fears
And all that's left is a warm glow
That makes you ask yourself "How so?"
"How did it get here? Will it stay?"
Well, this is life, is this how you play
Times will be rough
Maybe the toughest of tough
But think, just think
Of what makes your melancholy shrink

-Molly