Its fucking agony, I look to the past for the future and it aint looking good. Wish I could hop on the next bus to nowhere. I would make it mine, Build a house out of sticks and bricks. No drama. Bliss. Wishful thinking is no good, I wish I could do it for my boy. At the moment it is to much, Tomorrow is another day. Don't get mad get even they say, If only I wasn't such a pussy.