I know your feeling; the regret the anger. You missed your chance to press, and unlike lots of our brave soldiers, you never got your kickass red flair. You never saved the button and stood in line.
I'm like you, and it tears me up inside every day. But I served the button in other ways, and I continue to do so. The Button still smiles on me, shade, can you say the same?
I know your feeling; the regret the anger. You missed your chance to press, and unlike lots of our brave soldiers, you never got your kickass red flair. You never saved the button and stood in line.
I'm like you, and it tears me up inside every day. But I served the button in other ways, and I continue to do so. The Button still smiles on me, shade, can you say the same?
Not all of us.
Not me I'm better than that.