Dont judge me by how i look judge me by my books an the roads i took by the broken hearts that made a work of art im just a masterpiece trying to master peace ...my hearts a roller-coaster, one that's probably out of order, a man in a black top hat got past the gate an stands at the border, down a dark corridor with baggage I've seen before, nametag says ptsd and asks if i want more disorders, i said I've had it Im tired, get out you're fired, Im sick of all this sickness and my broken wires, pumped the breaks but they're broken, an i don't have no more tokens, an i have no control of this distance that i seem to be going, Im sorry Im distant, i don't know what's with this, i try to be smiling but that fight i can't always win it, an i get sick