common sky, common trees, im a common man with commn feelings. born to my mothger born to my father im common just like the others. nothing special nothing different how wasteful my lifes been fucking spent. jobless broke i am the common folk. so mutilate me or segregate me. at least do something to shake these feelings. so shake me recently its dawned upon me, these dangerous thoughts are all to appealing no red i s my colour i see red bleak is my outlook i feel drea broke are my spirits from what youve said black are my feelings i feel dead my thoughts yearn for a better place. my dreams are growing at a break neck pace. i know i said i had none but what ive said has been wrong. now its frustrating, excruciating. but so exciting. so excite me. reckless, how reckless these thoughts become what would you do to be known as no ordinary son. apathetic so apathetic too tired to care cant even say that life's no fair. theres nothing special about me and im accepting now that there never will be. you say how precious life is, someone else can take my place here i dont think anyone could even care i dont think anyone could even notice.