Now, maybe the reason i go crazy
Every angles, every paper
Dollars and wipes to cry on
These clothes stainless
Heart full of brim though
The world caves in
Not a telsa in sight
Si, and an
Lately lately
I am moving without care
Like i always did
Only now without recourse
Or so i think
No voice of reason
All past hate i used up
Without care for others
Directions wherever belle face
Paper exchange and its a good high
Her vice, yes
Mine? Who knows
I heard it comes
Anvil on neck
Now, maybe the reason i go crazy
Knowing later, she will come
Asking for her heart, blades at my throat
SIMPLE WORLD 