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I remember being asked as a child what's my plan for my life
I was just a kid, but I had a plan
I was gonna finish school, go to college, and graduate

After that I'll start my career, make some money and help my mom out
After I make a good amount of money and my family straight
I was gonna fall in love with a beautiful woman, get married, start a family.

So, here I am at 23 ahead schedule
I graduated a year before I thought I would, and I had my highschool sweetheart
I really thought I was on the top of my plans...
I was wrong...

I can't even wrap my head around my emotions
So how can I tell you of last year's events
Think I need a shot of Bourbon
Before I get into my feelings and start to vent
Ever since she left I've been feelin' broken
Wish I said something, didn't want to start an argument
When I was with her I had everything, now I got nothing
The break was the start of my misfortunes
Nothing will be the same
I'm the one to blame
So where do I aim
When I got nothing to gain
What changed everything
I don't know mane
She was my only main
Neve had a side dane
Feelin' like Parker without Mary Jane, no sunshine
Got me feelin' like Ray wishes on airplanes
Doesn't know she's a strain on my brain
Wanna say I still love her, but I must refrain

(23 years old, and I'm losing control
With no one to hold
No shine for no one to behold
Nothing I write will ever be cold
Wondering will I make it til I'm grey and I'm old
Stay within the lines, what I've been told
Wondering what the hell is my role
In the end will my story ever be told)

Thought a job pose to keep us ahead
But in reality ya pose to stay ten steps ahead
Now we got no place to rest our heads
Man I just want to lay in my own bed
With all these emotions and I don't even shed
Going through those days wishin' that I was dead
Feelin' like the cause from shit I never said
My feelings and my emotions got me feeling red
I'm 23 years old with a fine art degree
But I haven't done anything since the university
People ask why I don't smile through the tragedy
Probably cause I'm not happy, so please let me be
Sorry Mommy, but ya baby boy is dead and gone
He left to join grandma in the great beyond
If it was up to me I'll bring him back, so I can stop feeling torn
There've been days where I wished I was unborn

(23 years old, and I'm losing control
With no one to hold
No shine for no one to behold
Nothing I write will ever be cold
Wondering will I make it til I'm grey and I'm old
Stay within the lines, what I've been told
Wondering what the hell is my role
In the end will my story ever be told)

Thank you for letting me share...