What I see
Isn’t what you know
Where my mind dwells
You would not go
Mud of a riverbed
In my head
Get deflated
But bounce back instead
Tiptoed across glass
With blindfolds on
Cut myself deep
But still I go on
Can’t be the source
Of what you need
So come and play in the gutter with me
What makes me dirty
Once in a lifetime, I won’t let it go
Pissed off jeers from pissed off peers
Ive pissed off them for many years
Don’t really know
And I, don’t really care
About their good life
Cuz they don’t share
What makes me dirty
Once in a lifetime, I won’t let it go
A piece of my mind
Is all I got
Select recreation hasn’t left a lot
What can I do
This mental curfew
Has made a faded memory of you
What, makes, me, dirty
Wash it…away