Being on my own, I think this is the path that was to be mine since 1964. In 1997 I told my X wife that something felt wrong with me. All I wanted was her to help, support and stand by me, you know abit like Graeme Obree’s wife in the film about him; The Flying Scotsman.
Here I am sat on my own.
How my red candle its a glow.
No magic here, It dont exist.
Upto my eyes in this mist.
I try write positive on here.
You dont see my cheek and tear.
On my own my head feels split.
I dont lie its shit.
So im getting on by telling you all how I hate whats gone on and I seem to fail each time I try to grow. 1964 wasnt the vintage year-March 63 was.
Didn’t know Graeme Obree was a train driver? Or have I missed something!? Hahahaha
Ha ha… I thought same when I heard of the film!