My Life



Old Man look at my life
It's nothing like your's was.

I was never going to be tied
Two thirds of my life
That would put me through strife.

I would never give my love
To one who'd never give her love.

Old Man look at my life
It's nothing like your's.

I presume your's was an average life
A mid-Western upbringing.

None of those work ethics
  In me were ever slinging.

Old Man look at my life
It's nothing like your's was.

You didn't have a witch for a mother.
You didn't have a bitch for a mother.
Oh! Right! You actually had your own mother.

You labored eighty hours weeks.
Hidden away in the shed.
Or asleep in your bed.
I didn't have a dad, of to speak.

Now that I'm an old man
What has happened to my life?

Our journeys differed.
We all carved out our lives
with a different knifes.

But I've tied myself to a foreign woman
Like you had done.
Who now suffer from her sins.
No one ever wins.

Like tacs on my chair,
I never know what'll be there.
So I try to hide for my health.
Where there's a respite for Self.

Old Man look at my life.
Instead of wealth,
It's become alot like your's was.
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