In my youth I was told that the world was young,
To lower my voice and watch my tongue.
Morality was the day to day routine.
I kept my liver pure and left my lungs clean.
But I’m really sick and tired of being that guy.
I’m sick of trying and smiling and wondering why.
I’m under stress and duress.
My life is a mess.
I wonder why people think that I’ll be a success.
I wear a mask of flesh,
I disguise when I dress,
And I remember why in life I make no progress.
In my early teen years I sat on the throne.
I spent my time in bed and on my cell phone.
My attitude […]