I Don't Think I've Ever Read Poetry,

I Don't Know Why This World Keeps Turning, Round And Round. But I Wish It Would Stop And Let Me Off Right Now!

Music Is Reflection Of Self.

It Creeps Me Out Sometimes To Think Of The Person I Was. I Was A Terrible Person. I Was Mean To People.

To The People I Forgot, You Weren't On My Mind For Some Reason And You Probably Don't Deserve Any Thanks Anyway.

You Heard Of Hell, Well I Was Sent From It.