layed out flat on my back weighed my options as if I got em pains me colossal the twelfth apostle as I try to get through this and avoid becoming a Judas can't help but feel pointing out danger in my attempt to keep it real renders me a stranger to those I love though I do appeal to there sense of reason for everything there's a time and a season and if my times come and gone guess we'll have to just let bygones be bygoned