I’ll always be a singer who’s
In search of his real voice;
I’ll always be a backup plan,
And nobody’s first choice.
I’ll always be a sort of ghost,
Without the power to haunt —
I always be the kind of man
Who you don’t really
Want
I’ll always be a singer who’s
In search of his real voice;
I’ll always be a backup plan,
And nobody’s first choice.
I’ll always be a sort of ghost,
Without the power to haunt —
I always be the kind of man
Who you don’t really
Want
Wow. Such strong words.
…….but not to your blogging friends!
Thank you, sir!
☹️ I had to pout just because but I love your gift for words.