Wasted Life

I'm only 24, why go to college? What the hell for? A few years back when i was lost in teenage rage, it wasn't a chapter in life, more like a page. I knew it all, took a fall, I missed the call, but I still have it all. You cannot change what I don't want to learn, time is on my side, and I got plenty to burn.

I'm just 34 and I'm walking through yet another door.
What I thought I knew, oh there is so much more.
Just starting my so called life; made sure I got pregnant so he would make me his wife.
There he stood so strong at the alter, never realizing forced love will always falter. With two kids down and one on the way, he walked out the door just the other day.
A twisted class reunion to see my high school friends, I make up a lie, so that my denial won't be exposed again. Because, i haven't made enough changes for myself. I need to find a rich man this time and spend all his wealth!

I'm already turning 44, and today my children called me a gold digging whore. I married a man that i do not love, and for that they don't make a strong enough drug.
I can no longer afford love as an emotion, thee is no thing as true love and devotion. We all have to give up something, like your dreams. and I haven't lived up to any of mine it seems.

I'm 54 as I lay drunk on the floor, and I really don't want to go on anymore. My children are going through their own teenage rage. I feel trapped in my marriage like an animal in a cage. I cant stand to look at the woman i have become. all the places i haven't seen all of the things I have never done. Is it to late to change the way that i think, i just can do that now, I , I need another drink....

I'm 64 alone in my bed, left with only the voices in my head. I want you all to know something my friends; a wasted life is denied to the bitter end...