Lost in
Insanity that some call
Fun, but i could reach the
Epitome if i had a gun.

So here I am again,
Waiting by the phone,
It's 4 am, you should be home,

Hopeless as a rabbit, quiet as a deer,
Now it's your turn, to shed some well deserved tears.

But you don't care enough,
to cry over me,
I'd part the ocean for you, or sail the seven seas.

But nevermind that loving girl, she's just no fun!
I'd rather chill with sluts and whores,
then I be number one.

But then there's one less day,
That we will be together,
or at least you'll be around,
but here my final words are ended by one sound.