climbing a hill going nowhere and i'm falling faster than i'm crawling. the weight of my world on my shoulders, one more hair and my back'll crack...
do i even care? course not, too crazy, stuborn or stupid.. either way really don't matter, i'd visit the mad hatter but he's stuck in a rubber room with rubber rats... i hate rats they drive me crazy!
i'm not crazy, just a little lazy, well tired that is, sick and tired to be presise wish i could stop dancing... one step forward two steps back, too much reality'l make anyone's sanity crack.
well i guess i'll be going now my minds dieing....
the world fades to black.