Retrospective and Sentimental

Retrospective and Sentimental

I followed for a while and let my head retain, some of the good things, things I cant explain, 
It became so easy, let the love remain, I had a story to unfold.
I listened to the people who had helped me out, but they didn’t really want to admit, 
They got me out of holes I couldn’t climb, I still couldn’t really see it.
I felt so little and I felt so small I have to admit I couldn’t feel at all,
Numb form my toes to the top of my head, you should have seen me then I felt so dead.
Felt like a child but I felt so old nicely informed that I should keep it cold
‘Hey weve all had this flu, its been going round, have some soup, it wont keep you bound.’
Nobody admit…nobody said…you been a naughty little boy, you’ll ruin your head, 
In not so many words I think that Id been told, Id have to grow up, Id have to get old.
Did I ever listen, did I fuck, its only them’ll get old with luck, there Isn’t any point in 
Asking where or why, just look at all your lives.