Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.
The only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant.
I think I have a dualistic nature.
I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.
Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.
Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.