Because I Have

Have you ever had that feeling,

that everything is wrong.

That no matter how hard you try,

You will never belong.

You, Me and All That Doesn't Matter To You

They say, "How many roads must a man walk down 

before you can call him a man?"

I say, "Why are you fucking making me a clown, 

can't you let me remain sane?"

I cut the jungle, made a road, 

You dig a pot hole, kill me, 

didn't buried me and made me a ghost.