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.