sane crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy that's what these people call me Freak, loser, psychopath, psychotic that's what you people call me yet you know my name, but not my story, not my story. aching, breaking, faking, suffocating that's how you make me feel. yet people know my name, pretend to know my story, but you... you people don't know. don't know my story.
Death Death is silly,stupid even Why fear what's already proven? We live to die, Don't make a mess of this precious #life We only live once all we do is lie Salvation is no longer upon us so what's the point of #life? The mind is a killer We're at the deep end of the pool, Shallow water is not far from reach. Death is a tiger targeting its prey. We waste away in self hatred and pity How can we enjoy #life when all we care about is being pretty? But I guess, Death is silly, stupid even #life's a game but we don't play even.
Hugo You know there's a book, Full of half written stories, Full of little White lies. But here is a story, In this messed up book About a boy called Hugo His story is sacred Laced with soul, A scarred little boy, Stuck in reverse, He's shaken and miserable, Tortured to the pulp. Hugo is the little boy Who sold his soul. I guess he's a little bit like us, A short sudden story, Were materialistic's is gold. And we all sell our souls, For a pretty face and all.