I used to be so sure.
Photographer in Africa I said.
Then I woke up and I was 18.
18 and on my way into this mad world.
Goodbye they said, these people I'd known forever.
I couldn't be a photographer in Africa anymore.
"Get a job! Contribute to society!"
Growing up sucks.
I want to go back to the better days.
Days when Snick was what it was about.
The only time your heart was broken was when
your Tamagotchi pet named Ralph died.
Such rough times those were, well
I'd take them back in a heartbeat if
only that time could last forever.
So a photographer in Africa I said,
now all I see is a dream wasted.