Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a Corvette. Thinks he'll get the girl he'll only get the mechanic. What's missing?. He's living a day he'll soon forget.
Crave for no more, nor the self that would. Not even that which always is there. Needy of naught, but to be constrained. From any care and want of a selfish urge.
6 a.m. and at it again. It's over. A lonely outside is rolling by. It's over. . A car in the snow loses control. It's over. The head of the home is hurling the phone.
1994. A girl pukes out the window on her car door. Her childish eyes say, I dont want this anymore. I want to be a woman, no, no, see, I dont want to be no whore.