I"ve been there before, chasing the paint as it falls to the g****** floor. It all keeps reminding me. It"s all gold, hanging on to every bit of breath that I have saved. I"m begging to feel it change the way that I speak, to say the least. So haunt me why don"t you, haunt me? From what I know things have to freeze every time it snows outside. So keep haunting me to feel alive. Daughters to mothers, fathers and sons. Is it fair to a**ume that I"m the only one? I"ve tried to make sense of it all, when everything is getting larger the more I fall. Nothing gold. Nothings gold. Nothing at all.