4 And 20

Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door 
to door
and he worked like the devil to be more.

A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to
 know- why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home? Have I driven her 
away? Is she gone?

Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed.
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head.
I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the 
torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply 
cease.