I confess now that I'm a slave of dismal reason but I still have questions questions circle like vultures but I’m not running away I’m running towards I changed my face to fit the frame you could say I’m in disguise I don’t forget the things I’ve done man, I nearly choked on them but I got over it and now I’m on the gravy train but I had to give it up you know what I mean? I had to give it up pack it in and snuff it out no embers left to fan but there are questions always questions I’m not afraid of questions I have one for you what the fuck do you want? you don’t have to answer you might not know the answer some questions can’t be answered and some answers can’t be questioned is love always the answer? or is love sometimes the question? I suppose it makes no difference to me because I keep my own secrets and bear my stripes without complaint
No comments:
Post a Comment