I Go Straight From Thinking About My

Maybe The Two Different Worlds We Lived In Weren't So Different. We Saw The Same Sunset.

I've Been Thinking About It, And That Poem, That Guy That Wrote It, He Meant You're Gold When You're A Kid, Like Green. When You're A Kid Everything's New, Dawn. It's Just When You Get Used To Everything That It's Day. Like The Way You Dig Sunsets, Pony. That's Gold. Keep That Way, It's A Good Way To Be.

I Didn't Think Much About That Statement Then. But Later I Would-i Still Do. I Think About It And Think About It Until I Think I'm Going Crazy.

All My Life I Wanted Somebody Who Knew More Than I Did To Tell Me The Truth.

...people Get Hurt In Rumbles, Maybe Killed. I'm Sick Of It Because It Doesn't Do Any Good. You Can't Win...even If You Whip Us. You'll Still Be Where You Were Before- At The Bottom. And We'll Still Be The Lucky Ones With All The Breaks. So It Doesn't Do Any Good, The Fighting And The Killing. It Doesn't Prove A Thing.