From Missouri,
Was this friend...
Red little lines
Cover his arms...
The film industry is a fu&king joke,
You are only beautiful if you choke...
Please, bring me raindrops in your palm.
Glance at the jungle behind my eyes...
Fire sweeping through the town,
storms racing to put them out...
I am afraid
to fall...
I've made a mess of things again
my feelings like the clothes on my floor...
I'm tired of being shot down
I'm tired of wearing nothing but a frown...
I'm a lover a fighter and a seeker.
I'm a liar, a cryer, and peeper...
On The Outside we look in a mirror
and only see a reflection...
I can't recover,
I want to relapse...
I need a win and nothing big just something to...
Nothing fancy. Nothing too wise...