Inspired by hate,
broke down by love...

I wish i could tell people how i feel
i want something real...

They call me crazy
they call me phsyco...

Sitting in a compfy chair
with a pen in my right hand...

Rotten days
sleepless nights...

I feel like a puzzle
not quite put together...

To whom is the sunlight given. for whom does...
the patina of each life hides the subtle...

Something has a hold on me that takes control of...
This time I really think I've gone undoubtedly...