The king of contradictions. Strikes again. You said the last to cross the finish line. Will win. And the beggars will be millionaires someday. And the humble ones are gonna have their say.
Mr. James sits on a park bench. Feeds the pigeons from the crust of his bread. And I come around from time to time. to hear his stories unwind. cause it helps me clear my head.
Pack my bags and my regrets. Every moment that I've wasted. Chasing after my pursuit of happiness. Has only left me searching, there must be more. . Take my life and lift me up to the sky.