Remember this?
Well, a couple of years later, he married that girl, and he got a job he loved and everything seemed right in his world.
Except he just called me. From the airport. On his way to rehab.
He is using again. And he lost his job.
And I am so afraid. Dear sweet brother of mine, I love you so much. You are so much like me. Please, get better. Please come back.
If I wake up tomorrow and you still don't here. Baby please don't go oh oh oh..Baby please don't baby please don't runaway.
Posted by: vancouver loves zumba | October 27, 2011 at 10:14 PM