From the moment I woke and the first words that I spoke,I knew that the choke had set in.
To begin at the start when your heart isn't in it,
to look all around and know that you've seen it before is a bore.
Once the choke has you in its grip,you might as well give up the ghost,the most you can hope for is what you hoped for before and you know that's no good.
I should have stayed in the womb,spent my time counting conkers in that warm comfortable room,but I had to know best,had to get out there and dip my toes in the mix.
So the choke is set and the fix is in and I wish that something,anything would begin or at least end,
I should be well rounded but
if I could depend on that my life would not seem so inexorably flat,like a bubble it appears the world's bursting with trouble and full up with fears, but I'm not to blame.
My peers seem so have such a wonderful time whilst I dig the ditches and dig myself out of the grime,but I'm not to blame,it wasn't my fault and yet they get the sugar all I get's the salt,it ain't fair that's for sure these things that I'm forced to endure but endure them I must,one more turn of the card and it's over,I've bust,just to prove a point I see,that I can never ever be that satisfied.