I was young once,
and I wanted more.
I spent my youth.
I went into overdraft,
I borrowed and owed it.
I had shady exchanges in back alleys.
They broke my legs,
for my youth.
It went so quickly,
I had such big plans.
I had a budget,
I swear.
It’s just so hard,
with all that youth,
not to splash it around,
show it off.
And now I’m old,
with nothing to show,
but debt up to my eyes,
and crippled legs.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
I was young once,
and I wanted more.
I spent my youth.
I went into overdraft,
I borrowed and owed it.
I had shady exchanges in back alleys.
They broke my legs,
for my youth.
It went so quickly,
I had such big plans.
I had a budget,
I swear.
It’s just so hard,
with all that youth,
not to splash it around,
show it off.
And now I’m old,
with nothing to show,
but debt up to my eyes,
and crippled legs.
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