I would lock myself in my room and drink a case of Corona and smoke a load of pot.
Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.
A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.
Rock music is not meant to be perfect.
Take my hand and we'll go riding through the sunshine from above. We'll find happiness together in the summer skies of love.
A child of broken mind, the fear that I hide behind.