I walk down the tortuous forks in life,

with the knives cutting away

at my heart and soul.

My feet are worm

and my arms are numb

How long will this go on,

how much more will I endure



Chorus

Glancing back I see

what a waste I´ve been,

flushed my youth down the drain.

A misled boy in a

scary world,

clinging on to dreams

of a far away place

where I am not trash



Then at night

I get lost

in my thoughts

I think of her and

I think of me

and wish we could have been

a "thing"

my mirrow shows a ghost,

a faint memory of who

I used to be.

Sorry to bore you

I´ll be quit

now