Bag Of Glass

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 Ive got no good sense for time Every year passes quickly by I only hope its worth it when im gone Ohhh my dreams i carry with me In a bag of broken glass Its not the parts of busted hope Its 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 im out drinkin With some new friends Will soon become old friends and ill forget them Find some new ones to carry my load Ive got no good sense for time Every year passes quickly by I only hope its worth it when im gone All my dreams i carry with me In a bag of broken glass Its not the part of busted hope Just memories of the past Make the good things last