So what if what I say. so what if what I do. isn't what you wanted too. that doesn't justify you. tearing me down. with all that you say. it seems you only live.
I figured it out. I was high and low and everything in between. I was wicked and wild and baby, you know what I mean. Till there was you, yeah, you. .
I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show. I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine. my confession to the world is on a wall. in a bathroom stall.