I've created you a memoir of myself, but am I speaking or writing? I love you with everything I have left, can you love me the same? Or am I going to die loving you, and not having it returned. That's probably how this life of mine is going to end. For this old soul is tired, and while I love you, I'm sorry I don't love you enough to stick around. But I figured that we can let this old radio play, and give it one last shot. ~ ~ ~ Based on true accounts.All Rights Reserved