I met a boy yesterday. He knew what semen tastes like.....He was crying, but the tears flowed from my eyes. That boy was me, 24 years ago.
I met that boy too. He was 13. But it was him
who hated me
. For not rescuing him, not saving him. I had to ask his
forgiveness, and then set him free to be a boy again.
Seems I've got to have a change of scene
Every night I have the strangest dreams
Imprisoned by the way it could have been
Left here on my own or so it seems
I've got to leave before I start to screamJoe Cocker