Tag Archives: Guts

Guts

This morning I killed my best friend

I had to pay professionals to do it in the end

Looking at it now, it was a lot of dosh to spend

This morning I killed my best friend.

 

I should have had the guts to see it through

I felt there for a moment that it was the thing to do

But going with the flow I walked along the tunnel view

I should have had the guts to see it through.

 

So should I ask myself, “Am I a man?”