Few words

The ironic thing is tonight I left that house, got in the taxi and Will Young was singing at me, telling me I better leave right now. And then it was Lilly Allen, the fear. There's a lot to think about. Tonight I'm not so articulate. Words fail me. Not her though, oh so black and white. And there it is.
Clearly life is for living. Clearly big mistakes lately. Clearly..... just clearly. I'm a nasty little bastard today. I don't regret anything I've done. Cos then I'd never learn anything.
And bloody hell have I learnt. Try again. Properly. Be good.