"Despite my best efforts, I'm beginning to feel some small cracks
in my faux finish.
You know, when I look back on my little life, and all the women I've known...
I can't help but think about all that they've done for me and how little I've done for them. How they looked after me, cared for me and I repaid them by never returning the favour. Yeah. I used to think I had the best end of the deal. What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket.Some nice threads. Fancy car at my disposal. And I'm single. Unattached. Free as a bird. I don't depend on nobody. Nobody depends on me. My life's my own.
But I don't have peace of mind. And if you don't have that, you've got nothing.
So...So, what's the answer? That's what I keep asking myself.

What's it all about?

You know what I mean? "