This one will always remain unfinished. A few more lines that don't make any sense. I guess I ran out of words again. It would take nine furry lives for me to get through with this. I'm walking on a matress. I'm talking without an accent. If you would be me, you'd rather be yourself. I'm derailed. I'm digging my own grave. I saw a picture of myself ten years from now. I didn't like what I saw. It's funny how everything always turns out fine in the end. Maybe I'll add a few more lines. Maybe I won't. Does it make a difference to you? Because to me it doesn't. So let's have fun and smile Until we forget how dead we are.