New
Everything I got is old Don't know what to do with it I ain't got fancy stuff run by computers Maybe it's better this way The past survived more than today New, that's the stuff I want New, for this I plead Why it gosta be this way I deserve it more than others Why don't I just die & fry & die & fry & die & fry & burn I'm out of touch I can't be with myself | ||
| 1999 & 2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally | 9/24 | Written by Emperor MAR November 6, 1999 |