So you want to hear my story. I'm sure you've heard worse but I'll give you chapter and verse. I was born following the herst. It's the memory I have first. Oh wait it get worse. It's still the first verse, I'm not blowing my own trumpet or trying to get sympathy only to see if you agree with me or share in my pain, feel less insane. Problem shared problem solving so I'll do my sing thing my ding a ling. Have the last word, on to the next verse.
This is where it gets worse. After the first hurse there was another 20yrs on and I would lose my mother life was bever the same after the deaths of my brother's.
My mum was wrapped in grief her son, stole by a theif. My innocence gone. Should I carry on,it's getting to long. can I focus your attention I'm not complaining, just to draw your attention just the tale of my assention now the aforementioned is what makes me. What you see us what you get that's not the whole story yet but for now I will set what I've said down by leaving this town , turn this froune upside down to settle in a new town.
Trouble has a way of following me, when will I get peace leave me be. Given the chance I can be so much better you will see. If only you can see me not the tales you've read or heard things said things are never that bad when I was just a lad become a new dad. what example did I have I've not turned out to bad just a bit sad.
