A droopy smile plastered
Half of who I am is gone
It was good while it lasted;
Now, a blood-clot brain without brawn
With nowhere to pass the buck
People look at me like i’m fucked;
An incredible stroke of luck
A droopy smile plastered
Half of who I am is gone
It was good while it lasted;
Now, a blood-clot brain without brawn
With nowhere to pass the buck
People look at me like i’m fucked;
An incredible stroke of luck