Why do I explain myself when everyone's

An idiot but me

I think some people need

Killing for stupidity and I'll be born again

Kicking and screaming

And dragged back into a life

Like Ten pounds in a nine pound bag

Still I come back to give you something

That you never had.

Idiot rules

I never fight I only win

And I don't make em

I never bend I only break them

Finish my smoke, down my drink, wipe my mouth

And I just walk away

What's the chance of finding something

Real and make it last

For that I'd carry all my bags and leave

Them in the past

Because I spend my life fixing mistakes

That left me scarred

And when I stand and meet my maker

I'll be born again hard



Don't judge me by my sins