My very existence offends you. And I love while you are spinning your wheels. I move straight ahead ten fold. With nothing more than a gut feeling to move.
Where the hell is Rick Thorne anyway?. It must be five or so years since I've heard a good story. Very few are those that can back up the big talk. But you see, Rick, he never talked, he just left us in the dust.
We all know why you are still hanging on to this. Either to run away from your family. Or to be something you can no longer be. . I think maybe time has caught up with you.
We take ourselves too seriously. We sneak as many politics as we can. But who will be the last to realize. That sometimes selling out is waking up?. .
I'm getting out. While I can still count these murders. On only one hand. . I'm through looking after you. Second guessing your next move. Lock the doors, turn out the lights.
If you still need to double check my work. To make sure you agree. If you need to sign an "X" before and after. Every title before it's relevant. . Then I've wasted six years of my life.