Are we having fun yet?

Never made it as a wise man. I couldn´t cut it as a poor man stealing. Tired of living like a blind man. I´m sick of singht without a sense of feeling. And this is how you remind me. Of what I really am. It´s not like you to say sorry. I was waiting on a different story. This time I´m mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking and I´ve been wrong. I´ve been down, to the botton of every bottle these five woed in my head scream “are we having fun yet?”