Category: Bob Dylan
All I can be is me- whoever that is.
Money doesn’t talk, it swears.
He not busy being born is busy dying.
There is nothing so stable as change.
Ah, but I was so much older thenIm younger than that now
He not busy being born is busy dying.
I failed to communicate, that’s why I chose to leave
It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be…
I’m sick of giving creeps money off my soul.
I think I have a dualistic nature.
