I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made making every time that I lay I feel like an odball with a cut-off mind so if you excuse me it's time when the count is rhymed and the story-line is fine I've been amazed since the first time I can't get a line too close take me down, take me down from the cell of my mind and hear me slowely floating lonely somewhere I live far enough on a shelf like a dress on the end of all that reads like a sad song leaves began to grow beautiful and years they began and hear me slowely floating lonely flowing down too slow
