You said, “I’m filled with chemicals, it’s getting old. I’m cutting close to try to fit a mold. I’ve getting tired of being on my own. Man I swear that I never thought I’d live this down.”
You said, “I’ve got this heart of gold, but down it goes. My mind is going cold and my family knows. I’m getting tired of standing on my toes. But who knows? Man I swear that I never thought I’d live this down.”
I wrote a letter back home, for a friend I know. Carved in stone for family’s heads to hold. They’re probably tired of being on their own. But who knows?
“Man I swear that I never thought I’d live this down.”