Well, now, don’t you tell me to smile’
What the hell is wrong with me? I’m not who I want to be
I saw Stuart lee in a coffee shop, and when I went back the next day he was gone
kids on crack
I’m grateful that I’ve got all that I need
I miss my old mind, I miss my old life, if I ever get it back I’ll never think twice
Good to feel the breeze of fear on all the cynics, i’m your mimic, all you losers, all abusers, wasting all my precious energy
Street politics
a disaffected youth wasted
it takes ages to eat a smoothie with a spoon
My life is a hashtag 