I Hate Guns, I Think They're The

I've Seen Things You People Wouldn't Believe.

I Don't Know What My Appeal Is. I Can See I've Got Blue Eyes And Don't Look Like The Hunchback Of Notre Dame But I Can't Understand The Fuss.

Whatsoever Your Hand Finds To Do, Do It Gladly. Because There Is No Work, Love, Knowledge, Or Wisdom In The Grave.

I Run; I Am A Coward At Heart. I Swear, When I Smell Violence Or Aggression The Coward Comes Out In Me. I Have No Desire To Fight Anybody Except Myself.

The Funny Thing Is Most People Don't Approach Me Because They Are Scared, And That's Fine, I Want To Keep It That Way. But The Thing Is If You're Not Scared Or Get Over It You Learn That Sometimes What You're Scared Of Is Really What You Shouldn't Be Scared Of.