What A Waste - Part 1

In a world full of hatred
a world full of scorn
a world full of fighting
a weirdo was born

He made little impact
no one knew his name
no one ever noticed
he agonised in pain

He battled through childhood
as one of the boys
fitted in nicely
made very little noise

Adulthood proved testing
a bit of a fright
emotions were drowned
in the pub every night

But love came along
in his late teens
a beautiful girl
the girl of his dreams

For years he felt better
she anaethetised his pain
put all of his pieces
back together again

But back came his demons
he left her high and dry
the grass seemed much greener
on the other side

Soon to follow
came a year full of tension
and a bitch not really
even worthy of mention

So I won't and we move on
to a poor try at fame
in a band with the most
unimaginative name

And to the wench who appeared
from nowhere it seemed
and, he kidded himself,
was the girl of his dreams

But it never compared
to dream girl number 1
no laughter, no joy
no love and no fun

Five years later
misery was his name
lies and deceit
were the name of her game

She moved on and found
herself a better life
and alone he was left
sharpening the knife

For himself or for her
or for him or for who?
You'll just have to wait
for "What A Waste - Part 2"

ae
Jan 2003