The United States is my homeland,
Where a boy can be a fine man...
The wind is so warm, as if it was an August day,
Instead of wearing coats, the children are in...
The wind and the rain attack me again,
It makes me wonder if I'm really that deep in sin...
Lying flat on my back,
Nothing here but a haze...
There is a side of you I appreciate,
It is a devilish persona you create...
Think not harsh thoughts,
And a gnashing of the teeth...
Will you always love me,
No matter what my appearance...
I have played this game since I was fifteen,
Hating my fat, and not wanting to be seen...
Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore...
This house is too quiet,
And everything seems so still...
Winter gloom sets in like arthritis in my bones,
Will it ever release me...
Man, I can not believe this car,
It should have been in World War Two, it has so...