I have been feeling pretty beat down lately, and sick. Really sick.
Still, I pay the price. I hate method. I hate When you stare.
Most of the time my head is on straight, Most of the time, I'm strong enough not to hate. I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick, I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick. I can smile in the face of mankind. Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine -- Most of the time.
