The past can hurt, but I can either accept it or neglect it, and come up with a situation thats never going to be selected by reality,
She hurt me all over, scarred my anatomy,
From the left side of my chest to my abdominal cavity
To save myself all of the agony,
My dreams are where I lay now, with all the cartoons, thats where I stay now
Fruits on a stick being carried by a baboon, and I hope he's teaching this geminaic bafoon
that theres two sides to the moon,
Feel like simba stepping in his fathers paw print, as a vulture waits on my final seconds of coughing, but where are my friends? Timon and pumba to the rescue ;what it might seem, but it all actuality its just a pipe dream,
I have to fend for myself, and when life gets hard I have to pretend for myself,
I dont believe in suicide or bitter ending myself, Im not condeming myself,