Empty soul, cluttered mind. Boredom sucks away the time. Preocupied by youthful lust, desire, regained lack of trust. I haven't any shit to say, My thoughts don't like me, I'm not gay. The compass points in one straight line as Love, disorder turns to slime. Take a rag and wipe the dust, reveal a coat of ugly rust. Watch me as I waste away, If I don't get some play today.

This Way............................................................That Way