Hello, to anyone reading this. I sometimes wonder if anyone reads these things I post but I guess that most successful people probably had the same insecurities. I'm supposed to be in bed dreaming dreams about Sunday Service and other wonderful things but here I am, sitting in the living room, writing this... With a torchlight. The light *cough*.. I mean generator...
I should just do what you asked. But I am a coward Buying time with borrowed money, Money I can never pay back To play a dangerous game. A gamble. A risk with no wins in sight. But I'm getting blinded all over again, By the glamour, the glitter of what isn't gold, Of what won't last. The urge is as strong as...