i got a sense of humor but humor's not the sense homor is the tool that i use for defence from all this shit happening around me to forget that life susks so i could be free from myself and forget about death take a deep breath put my problems on the shelf
a lot of numbers in my phone book no one to call a lot of places in my city nowhere to go i just continue living and playing my role sometimes i feel like i fall into endless hole alcohol, smoke, me, myself and my soul are gonna make troll i have a mole
on my face that may mean that i'm ace but my days keep being spent in my palace though it only has 1 room and it's not mine i'm feeling fine putting my life on the line
nineteen but i got brains in my bean i'm keen and lean have my big sweet dream it feeds my mental core making me soar when it rains it makes my ispiration pour so it's okay i see the rey fall into my bay stay on my way till i fade away