I don't mind,I confess that the life that I live is one helluva mess but it's mine,just
don't mess with me and we'll get on real fine,
time was and that was a time when I bigged it up down on the front line,strutting my stuff,getting enough of it,working it bit by bit,so why do I feel like ****?
I guess it's the hormones,outstanding debts and unpaid loans and you'd better believe that PayPal is no no pal of mine.
I can see that I could float free from this strife,under the tube train,end of my life but the world is rife with people like that,people who flatten themselves against the brick wall,people who don't care whether or not they rise or they fall,it's all
******* to me,but
I want to be free,not a tree,not a mouse ,not a mortgaged to the arsehiole of eternity house,
I want to be me.