It doesn’t matter how hard he’ll try
He wants to live a life that isn’t a lie
He tries to look forward but always looks back
He never gains traction on what he may lack.
His wife walked out it’s now maybe a year
Two kids and a dog are gone disappeared
His solitude silence when he goes for a walk
Is more of a listening to the tick of a clock.
I remember Butlins was a great place to go
To play with they kids that you didn’t know
I’ve contacted a few and what does that show…
My life ain’t moved on.
I remember the girls when in class at school
The ones I fancied but I was never near cool
More shy to be honest and labeled the fool…
My life ain’t moved on.
He’s into his thirties and he thinks on what’s failed
A lot of what’s happened has simply derailed
He’s not done one thing wrong but work far too hard
He’s wrong in his thinking his label’s expired.