I wrote a song, to belong
It could right, it could be wrong
Could be too short, could be too long

Will it still be here when I'm gone
Do I care, do I dare
My eyes are closed but seem to stare

People free fall everywhere
I guess I care but fair is fair
Leave a comment, leave a line

Say your peace, I'll be just fine
Criticise, !@#^yse
Fill your day and scrutinize

I'll start the start, you end the end
Sing some praises, be my friend,


"It's all the same,
The chords don't change,
Who are you,

This vid is strange,
I like it, s'pose the tune's not bad,
Is this wit or are you sad"


Well these little works of mine,
They could be just to pass the time,

A diary never caught my mind,
So whine a line that might define,
It comes out slow, it comes out fast,

It's not the first, won't be the last,
So here's my song, not right or wrong,
And probably it's way too long,

I've had enough of rambling on,
Catch ya' later,