This is a song Elvis wrote about me and an old boyfriend. HOw MUCH I regret having broken up with him and now I can't tell him how I feel -- because we're married -- but not to each other.
Oh wait, that was just a trip down Delusional Lane. Back to reality now. This is Elvis being his sad, sage self writing about loss and regrets -- coming to terms with lost chances. But thanks, Elvis, it makes me feel a little less terrible that I can't tell him how I feel now. I write him letters "But the pen that I write with won't tell the truth." That's the truth.
This is a song Elvis wrote about me and an old boyfriend. HOw MUCH I regret having broken up with him and now I can't tell him how I feel -- because we're married -- but not to each other.
Oh wait, that was just a trip down Delusional Lane. Back to reality now. This is Elvis being his sad, sage self writing about loss and regrets -- coming to terms with lost chances. But thanks, Elvis, it makes me feel a little less terrible that I can't tell him how I feel now. I write him letters "But the pen that I write with won't tell the truth." That's the truth.