After years of expensive education,
a car full of books and anticipation,
I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot
but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.

Edd's voice had changed a lot during the years. The time he spent with the Gorillaz had learnt him how to control his breathing and eventually he was vocally backing his cousin up. His life had made such a terribly big switch, that even he couldn't believe that he did have reached the top of fame, not because of helping the world, but because of being singer. A stupid singer. A stupid, glue-snorting, mind popping singer. And people actually loved him for that.

All those years of studying, and he ended up as a guy who wouldn't have needed an education at all.

Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
finding myself or start a career.
I could work for the poor though I'm hungry for fame
we all seem so different but we're just the same.

Not only had he changed in his plans for the future, he also had changed his looks and his attitude. No longer was he the slender, psychotic boy. No, he had changed into someone who trained to stay in shape and who didn't care much about the world any more. Why would he? The world didn't care about him, either. Only the silly twelve-year-old fangirls did.

But he didn't care about those, either.

Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat,
aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers? Who do you trust?
I can't even separate love from lust.

Sometimes, he longed back for the good old times. For the times he and his friends were just scamming around in the neighbourhood, the times they didn't know what the future was going to bring, the times they didn't know about the things called 'war', 'drugs' and 'lust'. He just wanted a normal life with his normal friends in a normal neighbourhood, doing normal stuff.

But he'd probably end up doing not-so-normal stuff anyway.

Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.

Maybe he'd be better off in an isolation-cell, far away from the world.

I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something.

But that wouldn't make him happy, either.

Maybe I'll just fall in love

that could solve it all,
philosophers say that that's enough,
there surely must be more. Ooooh

Love could be the answer, if only he found one.

Love ain't the answer nor is work,
the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.

A little chapter, I know, but hey, at least I started again!
Sidenote: Edd is singing the song in this chapter ;

Changed my name from Hell-N to Art-From-Hell, yesh, because Art From Hell realy became my 'signature'..
Song: Twentysomething © Jamie Cullum