Solitude

<br>E. McCain<br>Time he was a good friend<br>Yea was a brother of mine<br>We were imaginary comic book superheroes<br>Kids wasting time<br>We were prisoners of our youth<br>We were growing up strong<br>`Til the day he was aken away<br>For something he did wrong<br>oh alright<br>Tim came `round just the other day<br>And boy he had some stories to tell<br>His mama kept him locked up in a rehab<br>Although the doctor said he was well<br>He said yeah I`ve been through the anger<br>And the hatred towards my mom<br>And I put all that behind me<br>Just tell me what was it like<br>to go to your prom<br>CHORUS<br>He said thank you mom for fixing<br>My clouded broken mind<br>But excuse me if I seem a little rude<br>While I was missing my childhood<br>My brother and my prime<br>You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude<br>of my solitude<br>Well growing up these days just ain`t easy<br>Oh and the kids they`re doing the best that they can<br>So mama you beter think twice<br>Before you lock your kid up<br>and throw away the key<br>`Cause soon your little boy<br>is gonna be a man<br>CHORUS<br>Tim left town just yeasterday<br>He left me with these words<br>He said Yeah i know this life`s got a lot to give<br>But my childhood is gone<br>And I`m not afraid of dying<br>I`m gonna grab this world by the horns<br>learn how to live<br>CHORUS<br>Twenty-four months of solitude<br>I didn`t ask you for this solitude<br>I can`t forgive you for this solitude