My story?

If yet you had wanted a new way to live

A story or theory of my past life,

It is a small fact I'm not willing to give

So save me the time from your strife.

Of wisdom, your words bore in my head

To leak out twice as more then others,

Hard to think it's something you had said

To keep calling a coward your brother.

I see you, just a name upon many

With the idea that you are no different,

And knowing you ain't worth one penny

Makes it's seem quite insufficient.

    So, save me the lecture and give it to someone dumb

    Cause I've put up with such bullshit, its made me numb.