Poor little rose, beaten by the rainI swear, that man I married has the most uncanny luck sometimes. I got an email from a local shop owner asking if I know of any artists who are looking for a job.
In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail
Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane
Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel
Especially now it added up through the years
And I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
Now I'm crooked on the outside, and the inside's broke
So we're going tomorrow morning for an interview. I think it's pretty much in the bag, though, and hopefully he'll start working on Monday.
I'm trying not to be excited...expectations and all that.