I’m sure there’s someone who knows where you’ve been
Lying in bed refecting on the past few days. Where is my mark? Where is my legacy? Is it only a matter of time before I am who I will be, or has that time passed me by? Such are the thoughts of a failed musician.
I’m unwilling to settle for less, and most say that’s a good thing, but what good is being alone?
Too many questions, not enough time.
Also I think my hard drive failed. Cest la vie.
