It's been days since I been doin' well. Since I don't feel like hell or crawlin' under you. Am I crazy feelin' like I do?. Like to blame it all on you for crawlin' under me, yeah.
The color of my hair is changing, my skin is soft. too soft for a man my age, and I am never alone. Where is time taking me. Nothin is real, this is how I feel.