Untitled Holiday

It’s a dark evil place That I had to erase It all needs to be replace Making some space Twenty five years of pain Is now down the drain Washed out of my brain Im starting a new campaign Leaving on hot Sunday afternoon Going to drive with the moon Floating like a balloon Im listening to a tune I need to take a holiday Maybe it’s the fall of grace I start my race On my own little pace I lived in suburbs and in towns With ups and some downs Im coming back for my crown Proof to the world I’m no clown I'm almost at the end of my holiday Think what to say. There is a delay. I will be holding you one day.