Do not give me youth
And do not give me hope
I may not be uncouth
But still I could not cope
Romance is not overrated
Ambition is all I've got
Desperation is so understated
Heroism, sadly, is not.
There's too much darkness in my head, can you understand that?
The badly-lit streets of my mind are pitch black.
Check into a room inside of my head
Dexter and Sinister, you'll end up dead.
I'm sorry for the quality of these poor words
Apologies are redundant when I am so absurd
How dare you say I am wrong,
What did you ever know about writing a song?
A loose talent for lyrical dexterity
Will not get you through, and even this
Is too poor to deserve to live, slay it like you slew my conscience, brother.