Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people well...
Ask how old I am
Some people live in a life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades...
When the glitter's gone
You know it
You owe it
To yourself
You won't let it make you
And it's already crazy
Old and lonely when the shade is down
The brighter lights just smells their empty heads
Some people don't get much
Some people feel here and touch
What your spirit wants...
Is talking to you now
Some people just gotta say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick...
When it's all messed up
You know it
You owe it
To yourself
You won't let it make you
And it's already crazy
And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin