Who am I, and how dare I ask for your time?What made me think it was ok to pretendYou are even close to what I could call mine?If you're reading this ..
No comment. Just an old poem that I've completely reworked. One of my first.
Oh, and I'm not religious, but I was brought up to believe in that kind ..
I may fade away as I sit here stagnant.There is crud on my teeth and grease on my brow, But it is not from hard work, no.It is only by sheer laziness ..