At the bottom of the ocean of life. . With no helping hand. Self-consuming void, my past.. Unwillingly I must carry my - hate. . Countless unsolved knots I bear,.
Boy, listen. Everybody can't be in my head. Everybody can't sleep in my bed. Everybody can't be up in my face. Everybody can't be all in my space. . Now I might fuss a lil' bit, curse a lil' bit.