Sometimes its hard to know
where your goin or if your gone
so you dodge from right to left
never knowing wich way is wrong
holdin strong to all you know
slippin faster to your fall
just like a sinner and a sin
the loser that never wins
im a poet without a pen
ive always been and i do it again
gonna paint the town tonight
with colors green and amber
like a painter without a brush
whos colors fail to capture
its chaos i understand
and the calmness in my rants of anger
oneday im gonna wakup
and i know that the sun is gonna shine
someday i know the clouds are gonne part
and i know its rays they gonna find me