Sitting on the floor because I don't like the fall I only gave the illusion I was up, but it's here I've been after all I try to trick myself into thinking I feel grand It was my confusion, it was my plan But it didn't work, hell the truth is I can't even stand The true is I'll always be ****** But I do try to enjoy just a few comforts Amongest all the hurts A fresh cup of coffee, the smell of bacon On the stove top frying and making A cuddle with my dog, by the way her name is Pig. I loved the movie "Babe" and "That'll do pig" I have a twisted mind which is quiet an accomplishment Considering the world wanted it shattered not bent But I don't want your hand I'm quite content On the floor here where I sit For if I stand to tall There will inevitably be that nasty fall And just one more time and I may not be able to come back at all