Oh boy,

the ones that read my stuff in the morning or tomorrow will HAVE LITTLE IDEA

           what i'm writing about             BASICALLY GOING THROUGH LOST LOVE

AND TRYING TO DISTRACT MYSELF

here goes

They took a clean cut kid - and made a killer out of him is what they did

He was all nice and kind - then society said we can not have your kind

You must be a machine you must look up to the stars of - Hollywood

So that he decided - he should

They gave him drinks and *ills all that

And talked behind his back wherever he sat

Yeah that just about sums up the song

OH- and I'm trying to get new INSPIRATION for writing no matter how bad etc. etc. etc. etc. read my previous pieces if you want to