I Think As An Artist Or A

It's Cold And It's Winter And The World Has Gone To Sleep

When Something Is Staring You In The Face In Your Life And You See It With Your Own Two Eyes And Feel It Within Your Heart Only A Fool Doesn't Believe It To Be True.

It Started When She Passed Me A Note In English Class. The Note Said You Don't Seem As Awful As I Hear You Are. I Passed One Back That Read: Beware I Am As Awful As People Say And Worse. She Laughed And I Had A Friend. She Didn't Become My Ally And I Didn't Ask Her To Or Want Her To But She Became My Friend And That Was More Than Anyone Else Was Willing To Do.

I Don't Care What People Come At Me With. People Have Come At Me With Everything You Could Imagine. I Could Care Less About That.

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.