Untitled Song 6

I write a lot of music. None is particularly great. But isn't that where it's charm comes from? 

This one doesn't really have a name yet. Maybe it won't ever!

I try to see the world through rose-tinted glasses, 

but eyes grow familiar far too quick.

The pupil? You learn from.

Don't trust no one.

Teach yourself to fear, for scepticism is..

The key to survival, 

No point in denial.

Everyone around here wants you dead!

They'll call you crazy! Your mind hazy!

Don't believe when they say that it's all in your head..

That's a bit of it. I can't be bothered typing it all out.

Peas!