there's something i forgot, im dead on the spot, i feel like im shot, and my stomachs a knot. i may be 19, but i feel like a tot, i stole the worlds heart, and i didn't get caught, i don't have that much, so ignore what i got, my head is filled up, so i empty the slot. life is a story, and death is the plot, i have to admit, that i love life a lot, my brain has the boogers, and my nose has the snot, how can i cool, when life is so hot? im driving my life, and parking the lot, thanks for the offer, but i can not be bought, i made it on time, right on the dot, i was boiled alive, and left in the pot. i do what i want, whether you like it or not, the voices of mine, they already fought, you'd be surprised, the knowledge i sought, go out and have fun, while im left here to rot.