these_things once again And these things pile up, possibilities in the dark, peaceful sleep or troubled dreams. And I wonder again if this is really what it seems. I 'm sure you'll break my heart again, but my wild red hair is sure, hurt me one more time, I'll only love you more. I'm tired, but I'm stronger, armed with my sarcastic barbs, a sheild of nonchalance, and my bright hair as armour. If you want to bring me up, you've got to do it right, do it once and do it true, because I'm tired of falling for someone like you. These things might save me or damn my mortal soul. 041031 what's it to you? who go blather from