I Will Wake Up Again
Sunday, 20 September 2015 at September 20, 2015
I'm tired of your messages
I think I died on Saturday
You eat Salads, I ate Sausages
We get near not cos we're gay
You need to know what you're having
What diet you're on, what is that?
I've told you mine, million dollar man
I don't need too much, what's it Dad?
Maybe you need another man
Certainly, not me, man
Maybe you need a joy for awhile
Well, hey, it is not me, man
How did we meet, A Fly, that's your name?
We went downstairs, I drank Milk, you had eggs
Your story is on the other chapter
I will type it out once I wake up again
