The madhatters tea party to me now seems sane
As my life isn't simple and everything strange
I seems I'm not worthy and just all because
I dont have a crystal ball or a magic wand
Anything I say or do is simply just wrong
I wonder why im even here at night when I'm alone
Is it to provide a person for you to rant at
Someone to blame and call a ****
All of your problems of course that was me
You're perfect and can't possibly be you
Well I'm tiered and worn down and no more can I do
So vent your spleen and all of your woes on someone else
As I am now closed.