being the nicest guy alive was a mistake that sometimes was almost fatal and it could have been the end of me, quickly comes the moon, and i swoon, how do i make this right, without going wrong again,without hitting the wall, without choking at all, making me weep and sob, and chewing on a cob forever i sleep, waiting for all fairness to return, wishing i could go back to that night, OH, MY GOD AM I GOING TO DIE? and asking the question what did i do and asking when does it end, and asking too many questions and mister murphy shows up and carries me off before i can make this wrong right before my world comes crashing down around me, asking my self another question why me my wrongs are not right two wrongs do not make a right i hear laughter and i turn long before i could ever learn how to make a wrong right impossible.Birth sign: Aries
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