Side:A & Side:B
Side A:
There's a boy inside all men, Patiently waiting for warmer days,
Crouched in the corner of his overgrown brain, With a teddy bear in the left hand, And hatred in the right one.
Hoping for a lullaby he never heard,
A song he never had,
So the drunken bearded boy plays the piano with his bleeding hands,
phereing eyelid kate ties like the
He sings like Billy Joel's Piano Man, For the ones who could've been, But never were.
Nobodies and nameless faces, Drunkards with teddy bears, Addicts with severed brains, The kid that lived inside all of us, The forgotten, The rotten, The dead.
Side B: I’m just living out of Spite at this point, to prove to all doubted me including myself. call it self-hatred to my own ego or a competition to myself. Out of spite I keep moving with anger in my left hand and my teddy bear in my right. Fist pumping heart thumpin’ tears down my cheeks and rage in my eyes spitefully staring those who go against me even the reflection in my mirror. Trying to kill what kills me. But don’t tell my ego it’s “me” so I live out of pure spite to those who doubt me. Even if the doubt is from me.