Love, the first loss I had. Then came time, to make my thoughts longer. Money, one of the most dangerous tastes, came to knock on my door. I lost consciousness and I'm looking for it. For some reason sometimes I feel a sting A picket of optimism. Thoughts and visions Where I see myself successful With everything I've always wanted. I feel stuck sometimes, worried. I think of others and I put myself aside. But I am also selfish. I have acted for what is best for me. I am not being honest with ...
