I can't socialize, puzzle with no nitch Feelings obsolete, art a dying trade No brass rings, no shooting stars to wish upon Wishes, dreams and hopes have all been shit upon No one wants to be with me 'cause I'm not really here I'm just a fading picture man, image thinned by tears I'd like to think I'm recognized but I'm not really here The mind that was sculpted of has dried and cracked with years Enigmatic, schizophrenic, mad drug addict There is no map, I'm lost inside my own mind T.H.C. comforts me, sets me free I won't come back...I won't come back...I won't come backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
