This life I am in
can I make it change?
Can I clean up this mess.
and re-arrange?
I am being forced to do crap
I don't want to do
Now I am mad
I am coming unglued
He depends on our protection
but yet he feeds us lies
We sit here and think
why oh why
Who to trust who to trust
in this mess I'm in?
What am I going to do
Will I be happy again?
Never to late to change the future
Too late to change the past
If you don't like what I have to say
you can kiss my @$$
shelbie bozeman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-too-late/
