Call me stupid call me crazy call me what you will i don't write this music with intent to pay my bills another cardboard cutout brand we all sound the same guess i'm just a hypocrite for living out my dreams may not make a difference not trying to make you see may not make no sense to you but oh it does to me when it's all been said and done know that i had fun take it to the grave with me this music still lives on what can i say that i haven't said before not afraid to be mistaken not afraid to try not afraid to be uncertain not afraid to die when the words stop coming out the music finally stopped pound my head against the wall my bubble has been popped lost the vibe the fluid feel the ink dried up my pen picked apart there's nothing left will it come back again now it's all been said and done know that i had fun going to the grave with me this music still lives on to tell the tale of a broken man i just can't find the words my story goes unheard the tale of a broken man broken!