Looking to the future I cannot see Where I am or what I will be The only thing I predict with certainty Is that I will end up quite lonely For who on earth would put up with me
Looking to the future I cannot see Where I am or what I will be The only thing I predict with certainty Is that I will end up quite lonely For who on earth would put up with me
Don't mind me, random musings that felt like coming out in poetry, crappy poetry at that.