I walk down the tortuous forks in life,
with the knives cutting away
at my heart and soul.
My feet are worm
and my arms are numb
How long will this go on,
how much more will I endure
Chorus
Glancing back I see
what a waste Iґve been,
flushed my youth down the drain.
A misled boy in a
Scary World,
clinging on to dreams
of a far away place
where I am not trash
Then at night
I get lost
in my thoughts
I think of her and
I think of me
and wish we could have been
a "thing"
my mirrow shows a ghost,
a faint memory of who
I used to be.
Sorry to bore you
Iґll be quit
now.