Leaving Do

What am I escaping from – the boredom and stupidity. Laziness, my habits, and slowly creeping misery. What am I now running to – the lady or another fate? I don’t know what I’m running to, and maybe it’s too late. No it fucking isn't, I’m only 25. All I need's the energy to live like I’m alive. I’m in a situation, it isnt very nice. I’m leaving and I’ve got to bear in mind my own advice. Put the bleedin work in, to get a decent job. At worst you make the same mistakes again you lazy slob. And then I will be 26, it still won’t be too late. You’ll get it right eventually, now scrub the fucking slate.