i grew up in a nervous world br where everyday could be the last br so i lived each day as that br yesterday was only the past, br br school could only bore me br somehow they could never reach br but the world soon taught me br what the teachers could not teach, br br i learned of the violence and anger br from all the beatings i was given br if this is what life was for br why should i care about livin', br br that love was not forever br most times it was just a lie br my poor heart was so broken br i forget how to even try, br br time was only meaningless br why should i want to keep track br for what good was there in countin', br it was never comin back.