Wit, wisdom, hunger and anger, as seen through the eyes of an impatient young man.
All my life
i was hoping
that i would learn
All my Life
i was looking
to find a cure
All my life
i only wanted
to make some sense
All my life
i felt i needed to
make a difference
But to soon
my world was consumed
by self defense
A slow
parade of miss
miscalculated events
And now i
stand here in
this crowded room
Armed and ready
with my
mop and broom
All my life
i’ve been counting
all that i’ve earned
All my Life
i was looking
to find a cure
All my life
i only wanted
to squash pretense
All my life
i never wanted to
ride the fence
But to soon
my world was consumed
by self defense
A slow
parade of miss
miscalculated events
And now i
stand here in
this crowded room
Armed and ready
with my
mop and broom
All my life
i was hoping
that i would learn
All my Life
i was looking
to find a cure
All my life
i only wanted
to make some sense
All my life
i felt i needed to
make a difference
But to soon
my world was consumed
by self defense
A slow
parade of miss
miscalculated events
And now i
stand here in
this crowded room
Armed and ready
with my
mop and broom
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