The present is meaningless. The future means nothing.
You are in limbo: floating.
You could even be in purgatory: Struggling with yourself.
Hell is close by: Nothing good coming out from your lips.
Then, seemingly in a snap, you wake up.
Ah, what?s happening?
In a flash, the past comes back.
Man, I was a former world champ. The globe was at my fingertips.
Why did I lose my throne?
I made a mess of myself.
I let success consume my ego.
I broke all the rules.
Ah, the good life.
Didn?t know when to stop; took the fast lane without regard for those toeing the safe side.
People close to me, who cared for me, stuck by me?I dropped them all like hot tongs. Segue to the present: I am nothing. My friends are gone.
I am worse than an orphan: Not even one shoulder left to cry on. My fault: Everything I had, I threw them all in one fell swoop.
Crazy me; I am Paul McCartney?s fool on the hill.
