It frightens me when you come to mind.
Deem me dead.
It goes a little something like this
In my shoes my toes are busted,
My kitchen says my bread is molded,
I got a good job at the dollar store.
One foot in the hole, one foot gettin' deeper,
with a broken mirror and a blown out speaker
And I ain't got much else to lose.
I'm faded, flat busted;
I've been jaded I've been dusted.
I know that I've seen better days.
One foot in the hole, one foot gettin' deeper,
Crank it to eleven, blow another speaker and
I ain't got, I ain't got much to loose
'Cause I've seen better days I've been star of many plays.
I've seen better days and the bottom drops out.
To Be Continued.