
| — | Bob Marley (via insulus) |
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
So I kind of got addicted to my ukulele, I wrote a new song, it’s called on the road :)
I wish that I were on the road
There are still so many places I have to go
I wish that I were on the road
I’m gonna go stir crazy sitting here at home
It’s nice to kick it here with you
But maybe you could come with me too
And then I’ll never have to walk alone
I wish that I were on the road
With a new beat for my feet and miles to feed my soul
I wish that I were on the road
Home is where the heart is but my heart needs to roam
Although I have already seen
More places than most will ever be
There is still so much for me to know
So I still wish that I were on the road.





