so what if i live my life like jokes in books you readni I am drifting off to sleepnslip into my acid dreamsnwhere i can see these butterflies flapping off into the rainnthey're all struggling in vainnfloating down into the drainnnleave me alone, i wont pick up the phonendream away all this pain, waist away my sorry brainnnall the litte girls and boysnare grabbing their new toys in joynto put into a framenlife would never be the samenwhen all the giant tyrants will opressnmy sorry little thought,ni pick them up by the rocksnand proceeding to be shotnthey rushed me to an ambulancenand left me in a chairnstaring at the walls to understandnwhats right and what is fair.ni bled till I could barely breathnmy bloodstained coat and shattered pleesnwere silence by the sound ofnlittle wings inside my mouthnnWhat a shame that all my little stepsnled me to the floornthey took my coat right at the doornand sent it off into the morgue