The Other Side of the Fence

I have found myself at war, deep within my brain; Have I totally lost control? Is this what it feels like to go insane? Have I lost my grip on reality? Have I lost all my common sense? That I am willing to hurt the ones I love, to live on the other side of the fence. I suppose the money's always greener, and the women are always so fine; The pools are always lined with gold, and the parties are always so divine. But beauty is only skin deep, and age catches up to us all; Sooner or later the parties will end, there always must be a last call. Then where will you find yourself standing? Left out in the bitter cold? For you've wasted your youth on fast living, now you find you are alone and old.