Hello. It’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet To go over everything. They say that time’s supposed to heal ya, But I ain’t done much healing. Hello? Can you hear me? I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be When we were younger and free. I’ve … Continue reading It’s so typical of me to talk about myself
Can anybody find me somebody to love? Each morning I get up I die a little. Can't barely stand on my feet. (Take a look at yourself!) Take a look in the mirror and cry, "Lord, what you're doing to me?!" I have spent all my years in believing You. But, I just can't get … Continue reading [Found] me somebody to love
I'm starting to feel We stayed together out of fear Of dying alone. I've been slipping through the years. My old clothes don't fit like they once did. So they hang like ghosts of the people I've been. It's like my Heart can't be tamed. I fall in love every day, And I feel like a … Continue reading We stayed together out of fear
I've been thinking 'bout the times You walked out on me. There were moments I'd believe you were there. Do I miss you, or am I lying to myself again? I do these things. (It's all because of you.) I keep holding on, but I'll try. ([I'll] try not to think of you.) Love, don't … Continue reading Do I miss you, or am I lying to myself again?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=4&v=UrgpZ0fUixs Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. (About Donald Trump) About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts. Maybe below thecockles. Maybe in the sub cockle area. … Continue reading He’s the world’s biggest Asshole
We'll do it all, Everything; On our own. We don't need Anything, Or anyone. If I lay here, If I just lay here, Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough If I … Continue reading We’ll do it all, everything; on our own.
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. I don't have much money, but boy, if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live. If I was a sculptor...but then again, no. Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show. … Continue reading It’s for people like you that keep it turned on
An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your Chardonnay. It's a death row pardon two minutes too late. And isn't it ironic? Don't you think? It's like rain on your wedding day! It's a free ride when you've already paid! It's the good … Continue reading Life has a funny way of helping you out
No money was donated to the pool. I gave Rob my $5. It was still appreciated. Continue to pray for this family, their journey is far from over. I'm sick of people, quite frankly. I'm sick of hypocrites, liars, and bigots especially. I know that whatever I ask of God he will provide given that … Continue reading Prayer Requests
I repent. I repent of my pursuit of America's dream. I repent. I repent of living like I deserve anything: Of my house, my fence, my kids, my wife, In our suburb where we're safe and white. I am wrong and of these things I repent. I repent. I repent of parading my liberty. I … Continue reading I repent judging by a law that even I can’t keep