Flyin Officer rnw@y

There must be a better way. There must be a way to change. All of us were scared to say...So this is all or nothing. First light in the morning, shadows start to fall, temptation is calling. 7 o'clock in the morning. Somewhere I shouldn't be. My heart beats out a warning. It's a habit of mine. Sometimes it makes me wonder, is it passion or crime, nor, it's like a wave that pulls me under, through these veins I feel a certain kind of thrill, n I'm flying in all directions. N tha keeps me alive.