There Was a Youth Once and Twice Entered Death

Deeply and fondly I wanted to see The truth of the matter is that it matters to me I know life is precious I cherrish it lots But the truth of the matter is that I have forgot How to live and enjoy it to breath and not destroy it I can't leave it or treat it I know I mistreat it but dear it is simply So wonderful leave it I lie here... simply I just die. Youth is a waste on the young as they say I am but a taste of the fun they say I care for the words I care for the choice I care not for breathless nights but I do recourse I choose I now am breathless Romance is so deathless I am so endless Leave me to die here lying and moaning I cry out so blissful and join in your toning droning sounds of your youth I simply can not choose I had no choice that made me ...made me lose I was driving too fast reckless souless my breath My car swerved off road and I was gone ...such a blast It was a youth that was wasted on the young but oh...how much fun oh how much fun.