Lost in an eternity of sadness and pain,
you can judge me as a person insane.
Through the course of my life,
I have been nothing but a loser.
I’ve never had the honour of,
being my living life’s chooser.
Caught in the infernal thoughts,
of bringing myself nothing but pain.
Now that you’ve had a little time to judge,
do you think that from it I have something to gain.
You must know all this,
in order to know who I am.
I am really fucking mad,
and I don’t know how to jam.
Is it that bad,
not knowing how to have fun.
When I could get blast out of,
having in my hand a very powerful gun.
Kill you I might,
and live you could too.
I guess in the end it depends on,
how much I like you.
Crazy I am and that I know,
but now my ramblings,
away they will go.