Strangers crowd around me here.
all of my passions are so clear.
All my time I waste like air
and with all this I don't care.
I run around like a 3 year old
and I'm off on the hunt for gold.
I lose myself in my dreams
and I come up with ungodly schemes.
I rip people off because I just don't care
even though I have to pull out my hair.
I stare off into the night sky
and I wonder when I'm going to die.
I look around like a rat in a maze
and in my brain there's this purple haze.
I lose my thoughts before their done
and you still accuse me of being the one.

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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