You were the one thing that I could count on. You were my everything. And then I found out that we mean nothing. From someone on the street. . And I never saw it coming.
Well, look here now, my oh my. I got a bug stuck in my eye. I feel the chill right through my coat. I got a pill stuck in my throat. . I'm a man, walking with a stick.
I hope I'm born a thousand times. It will give me more time to speak my mind. And I hope I travel everywhere. And that everyone leads me to somewhere.
And the picture I left. Doesn't speak too highly of me. Now I leave with few regrets. Well, I'm not supposed to be. Leaving, trying, deceiving and lying.