I was not supposed to get this far;
I should not breathe this air.
I'm riding a wave of borrowed time
I don't believe is fair.
I'm older and wiser
and fatter and poorer
and I'm burning my fuse
at both ends
But tomorrow I'll wake up
and put on my make up
And try not to let down my friends.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
I was not supposed to get this far;
I should not breathe this air.
I'm riding a wave of borrowed time
I don't believe is fair.
I'm older and wiser
and fatter and poorer
and I'm burning my fuse
at both ends
But tomorrow I'll wake up
and put on my make up
And try not to let down my friends.
How is everybody? I think I need this outlet again. It has really been a while. It would be nice to catch up with anybody who wants to shoot me a message.
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