This morning I said to God - "show me how to let go of everybody. friends, aggravations, the girl [chuckle], et al". The answer [seemed to come from]: Fleetwood Mac.
Thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know.
I wanted to cry. I felt like... it's over. it's finally over.
So here's to God, Mysterious Ways and Fleetwood Mac