my life is like driving a honda riding down rochor road.
damaged wrecked and nearly killed,
luckily I wasn't in the taxi.
my interest is like walking around the truce village,
something like the berlin wall,
they going to come down one day.
I am just waiting for disaster for me to lose it all.
being too young i drop it too fast,
wondering if the dropped axe is the golden one,
crying bout' the wolf and getting myself in the fate like the
boy....
bipolar world is all i ever know,
conflicting interest going all around,
but forgetting my mistakes is so hard like trying to survive in
the waters when you have never learned to swim.
this is real life.
real real real life. ra-ah-ah-ah. ra-ah-ah-ah.
I gotta keep real to myself.
