Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people well...

Ask how old I am

Some people live in a life

Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades...
When the glitter's gone


You know it
You owe it

To yourself
You won't let it make you
And it's already crazy

Old and lonely when the shade is down
The brighter lights just smells their empty heads




Some people don't get much

Some people feel here and touch
What your spirit wants...
Is talking to you now


Some people just gotta say
Some people just wanna play

They get a kick...
When it's all messed up


You know it
You owe it
To yourself

You won't let it make you
And it's already crazy


And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin