20 years on and I still think of you
Your flame red hair,the smell of fresh summer dew...
Here it is, that feeling again,
Have I done something wrong...
I treat you so bad,and sometimes make you sad.
And I know you sit and cry,as you must be...
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...
Look at yourself and your fucked up life
You get pissed all day then beat your wife...