When I  was young I had a dream
Of what I might morph into.
I made great plans of what I'd  do;
I know now they might have come true -
But for the ****.

In those times I could be real strong,
Stand up straight and sing my songs.
But nobody else could see the need.
Could have done it all -
But for the ****!

Sometimes high but mostly low,
Searching for the afterglow,
Traveling  far while losing speed
Might have gone far -  
But for the ****.

Before those days my hair was kept.
Bad went to worse the more I slept.
Times with friends began to slide
Would have kept a proper stride
But for the ****.

If you listen well you can learn from me
**** takes roots and goes to seed  
I let my dreams go up on in smoke
Could have had it all -
But for the ****.