Sometimes I like to beleive im my own freak,
thinking of this can make me weak,
sometimes I dream Im Not alive,
that makes my feel good on the inside.

This wheel of life keeps spinnin faster,
while I sculpt my feelings into plaster,
sometimes I cannot feel the pain,
but the pain flows like a wind vain,
on a windy day,
when you go out in play.

A day like all days . . .
in my life.