When I was young, I listened to no one,
headstrong, never knew I was in the wrong,
eccentric to a fault, sick to the quick,
no one knew what I would do, a loose screw.
I worried my parents, I had no sense,
worthless to the world, I felt I was cursed,
as a child, I was rambunctious and wild,
simple in the head, I lacked all street cred,
yet, my parents were cool, their son a fool,
only I was their second son, no fun,
until today, everyone was okay,
now I lack success, it's anyone's guess,
given this mind, no one was ever kind.
I may be slow, I never learned to show
love as a sincere emotion, above
instead my head lacked thought, better off dead,
still I lasted this long, but I was wrong,
take a child, sweet and mild, make him defiled,
everyone saw I was a wreck, a flaw
no one could do much about, I was blue
everyday after sixteen, it's okay
drugs were to blame, I took, my bad, my shame,
tragic this life, lost without strife, a knife
only cuts if it's sharp, when dull, it butts
needlessly its blade into meat, low-grade,
of course, I have no job, a sad workhorse,
only no one need cry, no need to pry,
no need to try, my life done, time to die,
everyone has their time, well, that's no crime.
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