The Story of Me
Let me tell you the story of a boy named Ricky.
He was a great kid, always happy as can be.
But then one day he let himself go
And the happiness left with his intensely warm glow.
It all was because he loved his friends way too much.
He left not enough love for himself, his life, and such.
His friends all left, turned there backs on to him
His love backfired, and caused him to be grim.
He emptied himself, and got nothing in return.
Now all he does is think of memories that can burn,
The kind that you never want to think of again
And that’s all he does, is remember of back then
Which is why he remains, all withered and bleak
Fallen so far and so fast from his peak.
Now all that’s left is the little you can see.
Never to be the kid he used to be.
He was a great kid, always happy as can be.
But then one day he let himself go
And the happiness left with his intensely warm glow.
It all was because he loved his friends way too much.
He left not enough love for himself, his life, and such.
His friends all left, turned there backs on to him
His love backfired, and caused him to be grim.
He emptied himself, and got nothing in return.
Now all he does is think of memories that can burn,
The kind that you never want to think of again
And that’s all he does, is remember of back then
Which is why he remains, all withered and bleak
Fallen so far and so fast from his peak.
Now all that’s left is the little you can see.
Never to be the kid he used to be.