Come over my dearest friends,
I invite you to see who I really am.
Notice the anger,dissapoitments, and feelings,
I'm sitting on the floor looking down at the ceiling.
Psycho of the unkindly word,
Hurtful, dreadful, and undeserved.
Different from nothing my mind works so well,
It got me in trouble and locked in a cell.
Kiss the minds sorry tounge,
Your friends beating has just begun.
Run away as the cowards you are,
With all my hands you won't get that far.
I'm psycho friendly, crazy and strange,
It's fall of season weird, my mind is an open range.
I'm coming soon, can't wait to get out of here,
and just watch my friends, my mind will be so cleared.