would it make a difference if i was a madman, lost and stumbling, mumbling prophecy to pigeons and strangers
what if i was royalty, kept alive by tabloids and sensational stories of whom i was fucking
would it matter that i'm a loser boy looking for home far away, and love
in strange women
in plain women
in sad, blue and hateful women
who take me on as therapy and a release for their rage
what if i built you a boast of stone... |
Submission Name: let me explain
