I know I'm young, but its the oldest ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll see these years again so make me ask again, and hold out this old tin cup just reach out for my hands and me up...
got no trouble thin and might think that I've been you know that I'd say yes god smiles the hungry, while you laugh...
in this second novel, that I call home up the stairs and down the its just like the page got no upon my floors, but it'll have to do for now but I'm getting older...
and I worry about ALVA MARIA though she'll never even know that I well we lost her 15 years ago, but been finding her all my life there's something about the way she that moves me there's something about the way she loves moves me...
stale cigarette smoke, still clings to my shirt, my hair and my well you know I ain't making jack, but you know that be back got nothing else to offer I've got nothing else to is all I've got to offer...
and I worry MISS ALVA MARIA though never even know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago but I've been her all my life there's something about the way she looks moves me there's something about the way she loves that me something about how she loses it all that moves me wont you me what its like to be remembered?
I know I'm young, but this is the oldest ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll never see years again...