I bawl, I crawl
I walk, I talk
I don’t get left behind
I now choose and decide
I am now a teen, oh so mature
I do perhaps, come a bit premature
I know love and I feel the pain
I feel guilt and i know who to blame
I can work for myself and save with my bride
I can’t tell my mates, so, I go to my man-cave and hide
I cry out loud and then carry on like always before
I crash and burn, then split from the one I adore
I roam this world thinking, what else do I need
I take the last plunge and say, “God Speed”
I can’t bawl anymore, now that I’m dead, inside this wall.