You never really knew, things you learned would matter. Things you did and didn't do would someday define you. The things you'd hate the most- lessons on piano, books you read and
Sunday school I swear…I'd trade everything to be young again. And all these things were lessons in living. It's seems like we're all fighting to be more then we are. Life's been a test of virtue and humility so far. Cause give and take don't matter either way. Luck of the draw, a lottery, roshambo for poverty. Destination: anywhere but here. Here I go again feeling sorry for myself. Am I getting old at heart? To old to pretend that everything’s alright (ah ah) Have I had a choice? (ah ah). You walk across a threshold into a change and your life's never the same again. My minds open, I scream for better things.