Started off as I fall in a ball of flames. Burning out on your sentiment, it's all in vain. Shot your .44 caliber, words with aim. You mighta killed the heart, but you left the brain.
Did you ever, did you ever. Did you ever get the feeling that you were all alone. And no one ever knew you and you never had a home. And the lights and the colors do their best to distract you.
This is me. I've got a nasty sense of humour and a case of high anxiety. If you please. I would rather be alone, than have the world around you judge me.