About this and that

Fools will always be

And it is always in the eye of the beholder

Want to just punch it into your head at any

The idiot who never makes me want to be free

But friends are important

Therefore, not people sitting in my lap

And sleep next to every day

Kind of like a hawk are being hunted and chases back

This Carousel is sick

And to the idiot talking about my sense is his problem

When he writes candidly about things he knows nothing about

Talk about when he asks straight on