In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, June 17, 2019
I miss talking to myself
I miss talking to myself I miss the conversations I used to have observations that would drive you mad I was full of blarney I was honest as I could be I honored family ties I told whoppers of lies I was the traitors' army
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