The water is warm, but its sending me shivers. A baby is born, crying out for attention. Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror Decisions to decisions are made and not fought But I thought, this wouldn't hurt a lot. I guess not.

The water is warm, but its sending me shivers. A baby is born, crying out for attention. Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror Decisions to decisions are made and not fought But I thought, this wouldn't hurt a lot. I guess not. , originally uploaded by MDH27.

The water is warm, but its sending me shivers. A baby is born, crying out for attention. Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror Decisions to decisions are made and not fought But I thought, this wouldn't hurt a lot. I guess not.