I dont necessarily need to be here anymore, or any longer. The desire to push forward is gone, my will power and dignity had been buried.. I have been weighed, measured and trailed.. ….and I’m at the end of this rope I have made.
All these buckets of rain, you cant forget about You say I’ll never try; I am a gentlemen. Didn’t I answer every time that you called? Picked you up when you fall? But you never listened at all; you were just always talking about changing. Guess what…. I am the same ‘man.’