Call me stupid call me crazy
call me what you will I don't
write this music with intent
to pay my bills Cookie Cutout
cardboard brand we all sound the
same Guess I'm just a hypocrite
for living out my dreams
May not make a difference
not trying to make you see
May not make no sense to
you but oh it does to me
When it's all been said and
done know that I had fun
Take it to the grave with
me this music still lives on
What can I say that
I haven't said before
Not afraid to be mistaken
not afraid to try Not afraid to
be uncertain not afraid to die
When the words stop coming out
the music finally stopped
Pound my head against the wall
my bubble has been popped
Lost the vibe the fluid feel
the ink dried up my pen
Picked apart there's nothing
left will it come back again
When it's all been said and
done I know that I had fun
Take it to the grave with me
this music still lives on
To tell the tale of
a broken man I just
can't find the words
My story goes unheard
To tell the tale of
a broken man I just
can't find the words
My story goes unheard
To tell the tale of
a broken man a broken man
broken