Its your birthday soon,
i wanted to see you...

I want you bad,
so much its making me sad...

I want to be different,
i don't want to be the same...

One kid,
one knife...

It was a sunny day in the yard,
when a boy came over from afar...

Live with the life you've been given,
because your cause has not been foreseen...

Ive had enough of these people,
destroying everyones reps...

I'm better without you,
i can live without you...

I have these things that are inside,
they do not live...

This is something I'm making up as i go along,
I'm not sure what its gonna be about...

I'm in another mood for making my point,
ill speak my mind till I'm in the ground...

This thing they call fame,
it seems so lame...