| When I was younger I was not concerned with
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| Much of anything at all
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| I got picked up by everyone around me
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| I was not allowed to fall
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| I got a car and I started moving
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| But really went nowhere at all
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| I used to think that my mind was wasted
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| But now I can’t recall
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| I live too fast trying not to be last
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| Didn’t take my time so the timing passed
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| Now I feel like I am stuck
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| In a constant apology
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| Why must I feel so damn useless
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| And bombarded with excuses
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| Can’t you see the softer side of my sorry little life?
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| Or at least try? |