but the truth hard to follow by the two time metronome yo I feel so melancholy when all these people ask about me and then I trip and I fall to the ground when they stop asking about me but I don't know what your heard about me I know these rumors are put there but it ain't true ain't nobody talking about you ain't nobody keeping you in there mind I find my self so caught up in my own time I forget about adding new people to the pattern of recreation when I recreate these peoples face becasue I don't remember what they look like damn I never help but think that people that were standing near telling me they cared about me only used me for there own pleasure of having someone by there side for there bad times but when it came to my times they were never there they were never standing in that place they never kept up with the pace all I know that these have no heart of stone they don't a have a heart of gold either they just don't have one I know what this like I've been through from time to time I fucking hate my life I wish everything would die so either I would live on the rest would without me by anyone's side so fuck this world I can't keep talking about this shit no