Nothing is guaranteed in this
I haven't decided what I wanted to do with my life
I don't have many years left to decide
By the age of 24 I thought I'd have it all figured out
I'm more lost than I ever have been
I'm so hopelessly grabbing hold something 
Interesting to happen in this world
That reality isn't the truth anymore
It's going on ten years since I met her 
That means next year she'll be gone for ten
I don't know what I'm trying to say 
I think this poem is rubbish
So here's to of the dumb little boy
That swore he would never fall in love again
But wasn't that just a lie he told himself 
How could know that he would find a girl to change that
Only to be waiting for her until the end of his life