Not Even Twenty
Lately I'm thinking, Of the future I hold.
Inside this large house, Will I live here alone?
My heart keeps sinking, When I tell it the truth.
There's nothing there, To look forward to.
Will I have my own children, A wife I could hold? Where are my parents, Will they leave me alone?
Not even twenty, With all of these thoughts.
But with all that I've seen, My fantasies are gone.
I don't want solitude, That much is true.
If the price is more suffering, I'd rather be alone.