The child with no toes knows the way through danger goes
So follow the leader, if you want to escape your fears
A fool is a poet with his gla**es on
A poet is a fool when he doesn't write his songs
Everyone around me is looking down my neck
Wondering which jugular vein will erupt next
People say that I have a way with words
But in reality they have their way with me
I am a captive of my own creativity
And my obligation to be what I don't want to be
And do what I don't want to do. But lord for you
I will do what I have too
Arreeebbbaaaa!!!!!
I fell down a flight of stairs
I caught myself with my teeth on the bottom step
Lucky for me they're made of cement
Is it time for desert already?
I'm not finished with the main course of regret
A fool is a fool even with his reading gla**es on
A poet isn't a poet just because he writes songs
Sometimes I feel like I just want to disappear
Vanish in thin air
Close my eyes and wind up in a different place
A different world where nothing is the same
Walking through the park...I read the chalk
That was written on the sidewalk it said: warning...
The trees have fingers; they pick pocket strangers
The child with no toes knows the way through danger goes
So follow the leader, if you want to escape your fears
I found a whole in my head, just like anyone I tried to fill it
Little did I know I was already dead and my attempts were useless
The child with no self-esteem knows the morality of his preist
A fool is a poet with his reading gla**es on
A poet is a fool when he doesn't write his songs