rock steady

It has been quite an afternoon, with a mish-mash of emotions all swelled up under my shirt. Am I glad she spoke of me? Probably, though it's "amoral" or rather to be more accurate ambiguous. Sometimes I'll rather it be black or white. Glor says at least there's a possibility, so there's still that faint glimmer of hope. If anyone ever passes you the link to this place, which I have a niggling feeling of happening, I have not given up. Contrary to what you heard, I do hope you trust your feelings for once this time.

Somehow, I'm just not giving up. It's not because there isn't anybody else left in the whole world, but you just don't know how much you mean to me than you really think you mean to me.

I'm not giving up and
I'll be one of the good guys cos'
there's too many of the bad ones around.