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We all have done things we regret. Things that hurt others. Things that hurt us. I know I have. And for each bad thing, I have paid dearly. I have paid the Piper many times over. In fact, if I had a penny for every time that blood-sucking gangster came knocking at my door he would end up owing me. We can't run from the Piper. We can't hide from the Piper. He is a necessary evil. Or a necessary good? Maybe, he is simply justice. This song may seem dark, but it really isn't. When I wrote this song, I was thinking about how better off we all are when we take responsibility for our actions. That may sound nostalgic, but I believe it. And I hope you do to. My advice when you see the Piper. Just pay the man and move on.

Today, it seems like a majority of people are insistent that they are "little gods" or have the powers of "the gods". Myself, I never wanted to be a "god". I never wanted superpowers either. I have my five senses given to me, to you, to us, from God. They are enough. We human beings are quite remarkable just the way we are. Sure, there is always room for improvement. But just look at us. How far we have come. The way we have seemed to survive against all the odds. If you are one of those who wish to be as great as God or better. I hope this song will change your mind. I hope you see just how great you already are. And I hope you understand and believe in your heart that it is O.K. to be human.

When I wrote this song I was thinking about Frank Sinatra and that 50's swing style he mastered. I thought to myself, "What would Frank say if he found out that the woman he loved was cheating on him?". The genders were swithched. And, of course, some phrases. But, the sentiment, the message in the song sounds like him. At least, that was my goal. Sinatra was/is one of the greats. He would never allow anyone to disrespect him. Snap his fingers and you were gone. If he wanted you to "Pick and Choose" you did it. Just be glad he gave you until, "The end of the day". For Frank Sinatra.

We live in a world where nothing remains sacred, not even life. It feels as if we all care only about ourselves.

A lyric about an alcoholic father whom abandoned his child(ren). Now you’re self-destructive and a mess, and now you feel like you’ll never love anyone again; especially yourself.