20 years on and I still think of you
Your flame red hair,the smell of fresh summer dew...

Just when you think you've had quite enough
That you can't go on cause life's kinda rough...

Born into a privileged life,
Parents act like man n wife,usual rows n strife...

I ain't going no where cause I'm staying in me...
And I'm gonna get all bulky from...

I treat you so bad,and sometimes make you sad.
And I know you sit and cry,as you must be...