I've been choking on the air that you've been giving me. It's all a game to you, to me it's an atrocity. As you add another loop onto my noose. I lose all sense of what is abuse.
It's difficult for me to get a grip on what you mean. When you stick your fingers in your ear and create another scene. You always step into the traps set perfect in your path.
It started back in high school. So cool, king of the scene. You found that making people laugh. Was more than just a dream. The public took right to you.