What is the point in saving
all the rubbish that I write?
To read it all again?
One lonely night?
To have and hold?
When I am old?
To say to noone
look what I achived?
If there was someone there,
I wouldn’t be believed.
What is the point in saving
all the rubbish that I write?
To read it all again?
One lonely night?
To have and hold?
When I am old?
To say to noone
look what I achived?
If there was someone there,
I wouldn’t be believed.