please, give me back my crazy attitude
I accept all the pain
why do I have to live in solitude
and wash my hands in bloody rain
Please give me back eyes tear up by the madness
so i can follow rabbit in the hole
and let me paint the walls with opposite of sadness
and become hike, jump in a dark, drink rock and roll
is it my weakness, or is it my strengh
to hold my soul in metal mail?
is it my fault or am I doing well?
the knife will be broken but I can never feel the hand
and never feel the human touch
and chuck and stroke, everything nice,
will flow away
Rain. The drops like tear,
broken angel, stupid scream
