I live a life. I feel the pain. To sing this song. To tell the tale. I wish I never even heard the song. I see the world. It makes me puke. But then I look at you and know.
Reflecting from my deathbed. I'm balancing life's riches. against the ditches. and the flat gray years in-between. all I can see are the never-laid. that's the never played symphonies.
Step-child, you have outlived your time. You represent embarrassment and failure. And the Father who must be killed. Is the blight upon your blighted life.
You chase in the rat-race. And you always feel so hollow. You marry because it's expected of you. And it only makes you feel more lonely. . But still you look down on the teenage dad on.