Not finished yet. Story of a boy who is led astray by drugs and schizophrenia,
Ongoing for the past!
Two hands up
Help up to the sky
One hand on the tool
Hoping to feel high
Yesterday in the park
I remember it well
Now all I see is grey
And the long descent to hell
Be careful what you say
There's no one to protect you this this time
20 years too young
20 years and all that fun
All your friends this time
They barely stay a day
As soon as the devil has set
The friends soon fade away
The concrete is sure fine
When you're way out of mind
The winter on the bench doesn't stay
When you inject the guilt away
The company ain't so bad
Though no one else can tell
They see you as being mad
When you start to shout and yell
Mummy she's long gone
Now you miss her so much
Daddy could never really care
How you long for home
That little old street
Where you spent your careless days
You'd trade all this for sunshine
But you can't quite find the way
Wanted to go from first to third person, might make a few changes! Make things a little more evident at times!
