Bold I was told as I fold to close the page, fronting like I'm something out of nothing set the stage, probe through this globe just to bode a different code, now sowed as I rode through the cold trail is froze, secrets through the diary I try to keep are shy, why, cause even on the corner, I was born unsatisfied, do you care to ride and taste the tide of my side, and gain a sucker's pride that has dried deep inside.