my live is a picture in a frame people say thers something wrong with my brain waiting for it to be recliamed i m waiting for the road to frame so i get back on track but keep sliding off trying to go somewhere but keep braking down stopping my life from turning round don t think of me as the classclown you don t know me don t judge me i m just trying to find the key to life don t want to die by the nife or the gun it aint fun and i give my thanks to god for my life for being not with that kid with that nife sick dream thank god i didn t get arrested that night its like i have to fight for my live 12 years old carrying a nife what a delight out to get me for my legs lying in bed thinking of a horrible death