CARTERSCREATOR
They speak in tongues, and I could never comprehend but they sell dreams and promises, the way I sold my soul.
But, when it came down to it, the only dreams were promises.
And it was a sure thing; the only things promised was, more was always said than done.
I could never live like that; How could someone be so in and out, up and down, on and off?
I still wonder, although I may never know, because that was never me.