I haven't felt this bad in days,
I'm falling down so fast,
That I'm beating
The sun's own rays
If you could only see my face,
You would know it's nothing personal
Eyes just like pissholes in the snow,
This vice of mine
Always causes
Havoc in my soul
The impression that I leave
Is cold,
When my ideas begin
To spin out of control
All is not lost,
There is time in this world...