When I was younger

I had a hunger

Down in my stomach

You couldn't touch it

Sing loud

And I really meant it

Just hoping that people would notice

Dumb kid with a bad haircut

More than anything wants to be famous

Have people listen to all of his songs

I've got no good sense for time

Every year passes quickly by

I only hope it's worth it when I'm gone

Ohhh my dreams I carry with me

In a bag of broken glass

It's not the parts of busted hope

It's the memorys of the past

Make the good things last

I owe alot to my little sister

For sticking with me

Tho I subjected her

To so much hardship

And nights all alone

While I'm out drinkin'

With some new friends

Will soon become old friends and I'll forget them

Find some new ones to carry my load

I've got no good sense for time

Every year passes quickly by

I only hope it's worth it when I'm gone

All my dreams I carry with me

In a bag of broken glass

It's not the part of busted hope

Just memories of the past

Make the good things last