Written on a scrap somewhere lost…..
September 2 nineteen hundred and eighty-eight
What am I doing here? I feel my life going to waste
wake up in the morning can’t look myself in the face
so many chances so many mistakes
how much depression does this world think I can take?
I try so hard but everything goes wrong
no one will listen so I wrote it all in a song
Stairway to heaven or a Highway to hell
which one am i traveling it is so hard to tell
should I give it all up, throw it all away?
I’ll just keep on surviving this life day by day!