My excuses for wild love, not a **** cheetah. The truth is, the feeling does make me starve. A loving man, but also a hungry creature.
Pardon the time I waste, tend be doing ******* Gibberish written on my face, many words sound garbage. I'm a real mess, I must confess.
Mind the shattered ideas, best to pop the bulb Explaining myself as such isn't ideal, but I'm not one to be loud Much quieter in the silence of the crowd.
Excuse myself from peers, not on the same surface of pressure Excuse myself from kids, off the scale who can't measure Worth me understanding, but also understanding depression I'm not lessor, but I am one to question.
Excuse me for this, and I'll excuse you for that Excuse me being lost at times, life didn't come with a map. All we do could be the last risk.