can\'t get through
Knots in my mind
I resent
The self i can\'t find
I can\'t get through
A paper and a pencil
Are the best friends i\'ve got
I went to downtown LA.
Got picked up by the cops
I didn\'t get what i wanted
But i didn\'t care a lot
I saw that life was kidding
Look on
I\'m warning you
I skipped a life
To be here
i\'ve got no right
I\'m bad luck
I used to feel a lot
Things used to be alright
so much was going on
I\'m empty now inside
When i thought life was terrible
Things were going fine
Vincent called as a set up
Look on
It\'s not right
I lost my fame
It\'s a cheap trick
I wanna do it again
I\'ve got no life
I am a seperate entity
From the guy i was before
Here nobody wants me
I hoped for something more
I flip through empty pages
That i thought i wrote on
I can\'t tell what is dreaming
Look on
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