Life has a way of pressing on us, confining us, defining us We find ourselves out of place, the old days renewed, failure all around I did, I was, I can’t – time’s short – not enough money seems to say it all You are not what you were, you are...
Life has a way of pressing on us, confining us, defining us We find ourselves out of place, the old days renewed, failure all around I did, I was, I can’t – time’s short – not enough money seems to say it all You are not what you were, you are...