Because I'm broken. So used to abuse, I don't know any other way... my mind heavy, on my rotting business... I live inside this dark, with a corpse from my past. But please, let me introduce myself, I am a common rash. I'm falling to pieces in this land of make believe sunshine. Learning it never is the real thing, when it's started out with lies. What a day to be a joke. All around the world, my heart remaining broke. If these memories are only a rerun show. Surely, I am the last to know. I got that feeling of disturbance and disease. It's in my veins; I'll never be free... -HMG