When I'm going into the bar,. I'm there trying to ignore. this terror in me, I can't set it free. I can't make any sense. unless it's in a song. and every time I try to feel.
I was working in a shithole one day. some fool came up to me and said. "you'd make a star with that band,". I said, "it's not why we're doing this,. why can't you fucking get it?".
I've thought about it a million times. It takes all my strength just to keep it calm. I hove to tell myself, just let it breathe. holding it inside will only help to do me in.
Just as you're waiting, you sit up in your evil chair. looking down on me, you never really give a shit. I've been searching for you, I've stuck up for you.
You walk in with another headache. I can tell by the lines in your face. You seem to think if you just remove the problem. The answers are what will come next.