It's really hard to know what people want around here sometimes.
Well I stand up next to a mountain, and I chop it down with the edge of my hand
All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland.
Good and evil lay side by side.
A girl asked me if she could comb my hair. Nobody can comb my hair, I can’t even comb my hair.
If I had anything to say I'd have a say to everybody.