a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Where we're united under our
Because he called the forest brother. Because he called the earth his mother. They drove him out into the rain. And some people even said. That the boy from the country was insane. . Because he
swear to take me home. There's a one foot boy eleven stone. He's sitting on my shoulder. I'm too scared to look away,. He comes here almost everyday. And everyday I push him off and tell him boy
I'm just a smokey mountain boy. Comin' back to the hills I love. Where the tops of pine are bendin' in the wind. And the deep blue sky above The closer and closer I get to home, the more excited I
He was a might golden boy as gold as ever seen. But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean. . His arms was made of nickel, his forehead made of wood. An affidavit from