Theory
Into love and out again,
Thus I went, and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen_
Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
All the words were ever said.
Could it be, when I was young,
Someone dropped me on my head?
If I ever get this good I'll want a bronze. Just so youse all know what I'm aiming to equal.
