Here I am
Dropping hints
Don’t believe that I am who I say I am?
Read the book
The big book
Not AA
Stay in a hotel room
Read the book
Here I am
I offer you proofs
And yet you still doubt my existence
In the flesh
Face to face
I’ll buy you a beer
And you still won’t trust in me, believe in me and my plan…
Sucks to be you, I guess
Do I hate you? Or have I sown so much discord over time that you have no one to turn to but me?
Why turn to me when I have been so unreliable?