my life

One day i want be someone want to have a life a home a car a child a wife i want a job that i get the respect i deserve instead of my life at the moment a curse i want to make money enough to help people in need try to help out worlds problems which one is greed there is a variety of reasons why theres so much sorrow cause people dont really care if theres no tomorrow i suppose i should say this next bit plain and simple i want a life grow and wrinkle i want to look back at all the things i had i just wanna tilt my head back smiling im glad