Comments about Jason Walsh
Sitting here alone and depressed, I think of you.
Thinking, remembering, crying.
Crying from that, that is no more.
Thinking of the times we shared, our little fights, but we always
Now as I sit here, alone I listen to songs that remind me of what we had.
One tear falls as I remember your words.
Two tears fall as I remember your smile.
Then soon what seems like a endless river of tears being to flow steadily