afraid to go inside
tired of being nice
not everything is bright
everything is black not white
what a stupid thing to do
living without a clue
I put my head on the tray
doing it the Hemingway
no longer looking for clues
tired of being a fool
no longer going to pray
I am going to hell anyway
putting some towels around
so i don't mess the thing around
I am going to be dead
with a bullet through my head
thinking about clouds
while being burned underground
how long did i pray
so many days after days
I feel like a clown
In front of the evil crowd
Don't have any confusion
why I took the Hemingway solution