I never thought I’d live past 20 and let me tell you why. I figured some day I’d **** myself so in my bed I’d cry. So I never bothered to look toward the future what I wanted to be. And now that’s coming back to haunt me. Now I’m stuck and don’t know where I’m going. The despair in my heart I feel, is growing. Everyone, everywhere is going places all except me. They’ll all be successful one day, I think we can agree. The sadness in my heart about not going anywhere. I feel plenty. Just because I’d thought I’d be dead by twenty.