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	&lt;p&gt;My teachers at school didn’t prepare me for this life&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Mother and father were doing the best they could&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Catholic priest that taught us sex education&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The runaway girls who disappeared with my Cherry&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My older brothers only out for themselves&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I only told the “Shrink” what he wanted to hear&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So unprepared for love, the first time around&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sorry little Annie, but I never really loved you&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Eileen you broke my heart while on the rebound&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Drink and drugs were not very good friends&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Working hard to earn a few pounds, helped hide the pain&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love knocked on my door, caught Her on the rebound&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Walking hand in hand to see the perfect sun-rise&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Left my friends and family for the final time&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love had enveloped me, as I dropped to one knee&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The answer was what I longed for it to be&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Happy, smiling faces as we both said “I DO”&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A baby boy that showed we were so much in love&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hard times we had, yet we struggled through&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A baby girl, so beautiful, it took my breath away&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Life got harder for me, couldn’t face responsibility&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;No more running away, I’m a husband and father now&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ill health cut me down, the end product of my youth?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I look at life from a lonely first floor window now&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There are no bars, but this is still my prison cell&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You’re The Warden, The Governor, The Guard with the keys&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If you set me free, I would have nowhere to go&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A love-less house, where once stood a happy home&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Use the key and open your heart, then you’ll see&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There will always be a little bit of me there&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Do I love you? I honestly no longer know&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Un-requited love glass is empty now………….&lt;/p&gt;
	
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://notanotherblogger.blog.co.uk/2009/10/22/a-wasted-life-7222437/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><strong> </strong></p>
	
	<p>My teachers at school didn’t prepare me for this life</p>
	<p>Mother and father were doing the best they could</p>
	<p>The Catholic priest that taught us sex education</p>
	<p>The runaway girls who disappeared with my Cherry</p>
	<p>My older brothers only out for themselves</p>
	<p>I only told the “Shrink” what he wanted to hear</p>
	<p>So unprepared for love, the first time around</p>
	<p>Sorry little Annie, but I never really loved you</p>
	<p>Eileen you broke my heart while on the rebound</p>
	<p>Drink and drugs were not very good friends</p>
	<p>Working hard to earn a few pounds, helped hide the pain</p>
	<p>Love knocked on my door, caught Her on the rebound</p>
	<p>Walking hand in hand to see the perfect sun-rise</p>
	<p>Left my friends and family for the final time</p>
	<p>Love had enveloped me, as I dropped to one knee</p>
	<p>The answer was what I longed for it to be</p>
	<p>Happy, smiling faces as we both said “I DO”</p>
	<p>A baby boy that showed we were so much in love</p>
	<p>Hard times we had, yet we struggled through</p>
	<p>A baby girl, so beautiful, it took my breath away</p>
	<p>Life got harder for me, couldn’t face responsibility</p>
	<p>No more running away, I’m a husband and father now</p>
	<p>Ill health cut me down, the end product of my youth?</p>
	<p>I look at life from a lonely first floor window now</p>
	<p>There are no bars, but this is still my prison cell</p>
	<p>You’re The Warden, The Governor, The Guard with the keys</p>
	<p>If you set me free, I would have nowhere to go</p>
	<p>A love-less house, where once stood a happy home</p>
	<p>Use the key and open your heart, then you’ll see</p>
	<p>There will always be a little bit of me there</p>
	<p>Do I love you? I honestly no longer know</p>
	<p>The Un-requited love glass is empty now………….</p>
	
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