...Death Of A Loser...

I follow my footsteps of long ago ..., Covered in that misty fog That cloaks reasoning, Making paths choice left instead of right, A boy that thought he was a man as Refusal portrayed weakness, Be mighty join the gang Be a part of the fateful start. Sniff a drug that kills realities bug “You stay in the car with your gun”, The other three enter the bank Shouts shattering glass, bang a gun goes off, Running swearing jumping into the car One two three, a policeman grabs the door, I raise my gun...bang oh Christ what have I done, Tyres burn we disappear into the sun. I follow my footsteps of long ago The blind steps of hindsight, “A roast chicken dinner please That will do maybe a little ice-cream”, No smiles solemn looks Fear seeps thru my body, As I wait for my last supper I’m at the end of the wrong road, Oh Christ what have I done!