My prospects have become less promising. I find it hard to believe in anything. Seems I lost my world and so I lost my faith. And I can't go back to where I've been.
I have been destroyed. By the perfection that is a life. See I'm moving soon. See my feet are already on the road. . And if you know where I'm going. Don't tell a soul.
All the white lights falling. The blue lights are falling. Night is warm. Came down with a promise. I have my best shirt on. I lower myself now. It is a way to forget.
The walls are painted. Different every second. My eyes are of chrome. It is television. . Can't let go of my leg. It's itching so and bleeding. Layer by layer.
Stand aside now no one will survice can't tell you how I know. In some time I will change my name and lay low. In the light you can see me walk down by the way.