And When The Lonely Boy Grew Up, He Missed His Life and He Much Wanted It Back

Turn the page the chapters done

The boy has a life yet still to win

Kill the lightswitch it is off to bed

Best friend ran away and left him there

A lack of hope full of despair

Tell the girl this boy is to young to be gold



A fresh new fetish to calm the flames

He grew up living childish games

Left maturity behind, he is almost dead

Growing older was always though

He never learned how to know enough

A shot to the head, he will never learn at all



Bruised and broken, bleeding now

I told you this all would happen somehow

You lost the bet, beauty pay up

Give me sex and childish things

I want jewelry and diamond rings

A wife to adore, where did she go?



Deal those drugs now, your last chance

Make some money to pay the debt

The one that you owe, from that money you stole

Save me Father, I know not what to do

How can I undo this mess I get into?

If I wanted my childhood back, what would it cost?



I've got no money, got no friends

Got no more parents to make amends

No guidance left, I am out on the street

Call me a begger, I am no safe bet

I cannot be a choser, I'll take what I get

A coat for my back, newspaper sheets, kill me now



There must be shelter, a home for me

A place to be happy, a place to be free

To vote for this country, I'd give anything

I wanted a life worth more than words

I wanted something more useful than absurbt

I needed some help, it all ran away



I think back to how it was there way back when

I didn't give a fuck who I was back then

I should have tried harder, I needed a job

Some modevation to step it up

Make the team, never learn enough

Go to college, get and education for me



To want to change what you can't now

Feels so helpless and heartless somehow

I want to be smart, I want something I didn't have

A career in making plans

Helping people, holding hands

I lost it all now, I just want it back

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The titled is modeled after a title on the "I can make a mess liek nobody's business" cd.  I wrote this one about anyone, this can be taken as a hint, as a metaphore, as a factual story from a homeless person.  Take it how you like, I just want you to learn something from it.    I give you permission to take this one to heart.

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