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I wish i could go back, to when i was 16
when life was so simple, i didnt worry bout a thing
when i had a positive outlook, an could let off steam
tha world was my oyster, full of hopes an dreams
it quickly turned grey, an tha visions had faded
i led myself astray, kept wishin i'd made it,
instead i bought weed, sat there, an cained it
when i look back at life, i sit there an hate it
i was better than that, my morals were greater
but i got caught up in what i call drug labour
runnnin round with s that i couldnt relate to
hated, an didnt have tha time of day for
i guess its my fault, for fallin for that
wastin my time with them less bunch of pricks
sortin a quick fix, like viagra for s
like lickin a dead , with herpie lips
