I Might Talk About Killing People, But

I Pray That God Answers, Maybe I'll Ask Nicer

Nobody Likes To Fail. I Want To Succeed In Everything I Do, Which Isn't Much. But The Things That I'm Really Passionate About, If I Fail At Those, If I'm Not Successful, What Do I Have?

At Least Have The Decency In You / To Leave Me Alone, When You Freaks See Me Out / In The Streets When I'm Eating Or Feeding My Daughter

I Have A Slight Bit Of Ocd, I Think. I'm Not Walking Around Flipping Light Switches. But When I Say I'm Going To Do Something, I Have To Do It.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!