
News reports on my recluse,Reporting on my drugs and alcohol abuse. Trapped inside the walls of my mind, Attached on fools are all i find, Its been a month since I cleaned my teeth, All I feel inside is grief, Rugged, messy and unshaven, All i got is my house is my haven.
Your itching skin begins to crawl,You know your being played a fool,The gun inside your closet calls, Begging you to end it all, You kick and scream, shouting no,But you know theres only one place to go.
For months I slept permanently,In that time people kept searching for me,In this place nobody can hurt me, Happy I never made it past thirty. All I ask is dont cry for me, Ill be back momentarily
On the stage I cannot age.
Its my Neverland.