Your ways of living cripple you. Your head got swol, and you're heart's now coal, and you're a brushed off addict, too.
I would wonder why and sometimes cry back when I was ignorant to this way of living. I was convinced you had heart and that you were honest from the start, but my ignorance is now gone, and I am done with always giving.
'Round the clock you're high; Your own life is a lie, and I'm finished holding your hand.. you're so indenial of what you don't understand. Step out of the pampers and be a man!
Slingin' a rock without getting caught doesn't put you on top- you're next best friend will be an under cover cop. Sooner or later everyone gets popped.
So don't take it to the head, but love yourself instead. As far as it goes for me, I'm already done, you see. I've lived and learned.. have done, and gotten burned- nice knowin' ya babe, but peace!
And good luck to you; you're far from through, but when you are remember my name. My words will make sense when you're no longer so dense
