So now I'm starting up a posse to come and look for you. We're gonna put a stop to what you wanna do.
When I was Los Angeles there was a night littered with cocaine and marijuana when I thought my heart was gonna stop and at that moment I didn't care.
I had been dumped. I was alone. My dream was making plans to escape the country.
Now you might take offense to a word like FUCK or SHIT.
Women seem to be the gasoline on the flame that is my BiPolar. I become engulfed in flames of hatred. And with that massive amount of negative energy I think my heart is gonna stop and at this moment I don't care.
My friend died recently and after seeing a photo of him and his wife I asked God why he didn't take me instead of him. I tend to feel like I don't have much to live for.
The Muppet show was cancelled years ago. My band is playing bowling alleys....on mondays.
My spirit is so dark and empty. I fell of the planet and need to get back on.
Can you hear me calling from outer space?
Is there anybody out there?
My dear friend Elmo, couldn't handle the pressure. A black pedophile stuck his hand up Elmo's ass and forever changed his life.
Seems to me he lived his life like a candle in the wind.
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