It's like the world is spinning, trying to keep up. Shit, I'm trying to catch up. And I'm too numb to cry Or I just forgot how. Why can't you see that I'm crying out now?.
I was born in the house of blues. Propelled by the winds of change. Entertained by the theater of pain. Most of y'all have screamed my name. I played and paid both the same in dirty street puddles.