witnessing madness within my mold
not a nice person
and would walk all over a kind soul
when they do nothing but love
working hard to be nice
to relax and chill out
accept yourself as a wild child
occasionally tamed by a sweet smile
but we've all got it in us
and we're all wild in our own ways
some just more blatant than others
some just wanting to prove it more than others
some getting the wild hair more than others
because me still frustrated after all these years
when i have to keep working to prove
because my eyes are wide open
and i need to get on that airplane
wearing the same t-shirt, dusty jeans, leatherboots
long hair a mess, with the locket that no one made
that cost you a million cheese
in the middle of the night
to write this mad little piece of white plight
while i sit in shorts and a robe
sipping wine on a sunday morning
in the los angeles desert rain
nails painted red
starving this ink
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