I've been around for quite some time. Having relationships begin and end. Experiencing heartache, joy, pain, and pleasure. But in the end I always ask myself would this flame be the right one? The last one? I admit I've hurt other people too. Breaking up because I wasn't ready for anything serious yet. But I've suffered just the same, being traded in for somebody new. Feeling guilt for leaving.
Two years to go before 2010. Before another election year comes. Before we see the same faces, the same cheer and jeers. The same ugliness and corruption. Another election year where the poor votes stupidly and the intelligent leaves the country.