I'm twisted like a sychochopath stuck up on riddling,adhd with alot of other gifts n curses just to fill em in,motherfuckers throwing curve balls at me everyday,but tighten up pay attention,listen in,my timing in this world is for u to haunt me,why I'm always left alone,who cares I'm unwanted,never gave a fuck what anyone had to say,opinions are like clips I threw out my window,they don't phase me,n ima be a problem until the day they blaze me,call me crazy or what ever it be,but I'm to realization that they hating on me,but I'll be here prolly when they dead n gone,cause long lives are a blessing,