It’s soon time to tell the woman I love- I hate her
I’d rather be lonely with expensive escorts or cheap hookers
It’s soon time to be choose a mentall illness.
To have an excuse to fall victim to a reckless temperament
It’s soon time to show the world philanthropy
But splurge lavishly on things I don’t need
It’s soon time to preach for change
Never comply, in fear I will lose all I’ve gained
It’s soon time to be recognized
To have the truth twisted with lies
It’s soon time to tell my story
Or just the troubles that makes mine unique
Soon time to be happy for the camera
But shed tears under my umbrella
I want to be care free and callous
It’s soon time to be famous.