What more can I do,
what more can I say?
To stem the tide of reality,
that has caught up to me today.
For once I thought I was forverer young,
good looking with full head of hair;
Abuseing my body with riotous living,
sleeping with women without care.
The drugs they flowed so freely,
it was easy to stay forever high;
Then today I woke up all alone,
and found life had passed me by.
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