Custom or random IM? Feeling talkative tonight. my two kents Every whisper of every waking hour I'm choosing my confessions. Trying to keep an eye on you. Like a hurt lost and blinded fool. Oh no, I've said too much. I set it upConsider this: the hint of the century. Consider this: the slip that brought me to my knees failed. What if all these fantasies come flailing around Now I've said too much. I thought that I heard you laughing. I thought that I heard you sing. I think I thought I saw you try, but that was just a dream. That was just a dream(.)