I messed it up, I was young see?
Only just setting off on this journey. I’m lost.
And I’ll just take a moment now to say:
I’ll keep that secret til I die.
I’ve seen you hold her hand,
I understand.
But you know you’re hurting me,
Don’t you?
Here’s a poem I wrote when I was younger, man.
Many verbs have been rolled into this,
I came I saw, I loved, I lost, I moved along,
A long for missed opportunities.
I’ve seen you hold her hand,
I understand.
But you know you’re hurting me,
Don’t you?
And all I miss is a sense of jealousy,
The bigger the monster, the greener the eyes,
When I grow rich then I will be satisfied.
I messed it up, I was young, see?
Innocent by definition.
And time it cannot put the fire out,
I’ll keep that secret til I die.
I’ve seen you hold her hand,
I understand.
But you know you’re hurting me,
I understand.
I’ve seen you hold her hand,
I understand.
But you know you’re hurting me,
Don’t you?