Kinda strange, you think?
I don't know…
Being this life, doing same damn thing
Everything is your sentiment
I'm beyond the same mattress on another day,
minds running marathons or something
I might be just allergic to anything
I note that I'll know to understand
I'll make it, may kill, but make it
Now,
accept me all against the doubts
Happiness got dirty
Something like how I'm freaking out from seeing a clown and uh
Something is strangely wasted, upset in such a way that
I just wonder what happened in yonder
If something's fuming its final breathe