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Bead by BeadI count my days in beads,one white bead, another day down.I see how I've done; I see how many beads have gone by.Days go by and I add more to the bracelet.Each day is a battle, another scar prevented.But as I fight, more stress builds...Can I keep on going?Suddenly there's only one white bead again, the one for hope.I try to make is day by day, bead by bead;but I can't live like that anymore.
Futurei had many a good friendand even a family member or twowhom were much better than myself.i saw them coming out of high school,much worse for the wear.what does that say of my chances,when better people then i,have crumbled in the wake of the real world?
the enemysave mei beg youtake my handand pull meinto your armsto that sweet safety,the warmth of your lovethe comfort of your voicei can see youbut you aren't realnothing is realno one can save meexcept for mebecause the enemy is in meno, not in me... it is me