At a young age I knew my mind was different than yours, I wasn’t always obedient, X’s on bedroom doors, late in the summer we’d visit Boston shores, that’s where I learned us NJ folk weren’t up to their scores, quick in, quick out, our presence just bores, to stay at the cottage, we’d sleep on the floors, through school I went, anger coming out of my pores, had I never taken a taste, I would’ve never robbed all those stores, I live with guilt now, my mind going through wars, but the one who I once suffered with plays for the crowd, on the road, on his tours. 

I dream in terror  
I see faces of lost love
I see pain and suffer 
As dark clouds hang above
Their hair made of snakes 
Their face only bone
The ones I once loved
Turned me cold into stone

sometimes I talk to myself
they think that I’m crazy
prescriptions and outbursts 
that’s all that they see
the rumors will spread
they’ll think that they know me
but deep down inside
I’m really just lonely