Car crashes,
Hot flashes,
Rotten dances,
Never practiced
To be something I'm not.
Every day,
I say
That I'd like my way
To be known but i got
To persuade
Not to cave
In-try to behave
Myself.
Oh hell;
Some stories are just lies but I'll tell mine as it goes
As nobody knows.
I wake up in the morning,
Tired of moaning and groaning
Of the pain
Because I'm insane
Getting life by the rain
And almost ran over by the train
So now i need a cane
Before i drain
Out my brain
And stain
The sidewalk with my blood
And make a flood,
While the crowd is laughing
At what I've done.
