So Far Astray 04/15/88

Diary with a plaid cover
Staring back to my brown eyes
Willing me to disclose my thoughts
No matter what the price
What about the keys I have?
On a chain that means so little
They lead to rooms that mean even less
When I stand right in the middle
Pictures from my barren past
Show what my future brings
The negatives are strewn all about
Like a doll tied up in strings
A pack of cards asks my name
But my mouth won't speak aloud
And my wallet gleams ominously
When I speak upon the crowd
Empty can - red, white and blue
Makes my senses reel with shame
Coz I ain't yet twenty-one
Ain't yet received my piece of blame
Argue about who gets the ball to
Play with on the playground
Loser brings the gun in next day
Shoots the winner down
Blood stains the hopscotch game
Throw rock, hop, skip, shoot him down
He deserved to die
Where have we gone wrong?
Shooting up the basketball
Shoot a friend from behind
He doesn't see you coming
He doesn't hear you leave
Where have we gone wrong?
So far astray