Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist I used to paint and draw Covering a piece of paper In beautiful colors And my art told a story The sort of story you couldn't talk about I used to go to school every day Showing up late Wasn't something I'd do But i dropped out Leaving my education behind I played the bass guitar In a band called The Nocturnal My fingers ran against that bass Pure magic The sound of the gods Setting out to destroy the world Pure Punk straight from Seattle At one point i was clean Sober and pure like a new born baby Falling further into What you now call "disapointment" Screwing up my veins with every shot of herion Killing my brain cells With every joint i smoked Clogging up my nose With every pill you could have known I used to write lyrics About my life My childhood I used to write journals The ones you read in the book that was published of me I got up on that stage every night As i was Nothing fake Nothing glamourous Only a few scars One shot of heroin Come as you are The words only speak for Themselves