I don’t show. I don’t share.
I don’t need what you have to give.
Backstreet lover on the side of the road, I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode, I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I play…
Once upon a time I could control myself.
I take a walk outside, I’m surrounded by some kids at play. I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?