I sit down for a peek into the window of my soul,
I can’t seem to find anything, I guess it got stole.
I stand to see better, but my eyes are too bad
I rely on these frames to keep my eyes from going mad.
They say your eyes are the window to your soul, but what if you’re blind, then that statement is cold.
There is no window in nor is there a window out, the bed box in your chest figure everything out.
I say don’t give your heart to anyone or anything,
Until that thing or one sees the joy the beat box brings.
I don’t believe in good or evil,
But rather I believe in mislead people
So keep your heart cold and your mind steady,
Oh yeah one more thing…..
DON’T FORGET TO GET YOUR BETTY!
