about it from Lucky Music by Heaven for Less

the truth of it all's
that I don't really know
a goddamn thing
I can't work the wood
I can't make things good
I don't know how to sing
I'm a manic depressive
like no one else.

I'm low to the ground
and I'm faster than sound

why's it wrong to be sure you belong in yr
own little world--
nobody misses my drift!
why'd they try and take it away?
I'm a manic depressive
like no one else

I'm wide as a lake
I'm for brevity's sake

leave me still in my own arms
I'll find a way to make my way
you don't know my mind
no you don't know my mind
I don't mind

I've got my custom grace
I won't shoot up the place

You haven't seen it all
not even close
you only leased the least
you gotta own the most

what's so wrong about
yr own little world?
why do you come
and try and take it away?
I've got my custom grace
I won't shoot up the place

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