A song I quickly wrote about the death of a Rockstar(3 points to whoever guess who its based on ) Intention to not be too lyrical, showing his decaying mind as he struggles to come to terms with shit.
News reports on my recluse,Reporting on my drugs and alcohol abuse. Trapped inside the walls of my mind, Attached on fools are all i find, Its been a month since I cleaned my teeth, All I feel inside is grief, Rugged, messy and unshaven, All i got is my house is my haven.
Your itching skin begins to crawl,You know your being played a fool,The gun inside your closet calls, Begging you to end it all, You kick and scream, shouting no,But you know theres only one place to go.
For months I slept permanently,In that time people kept searching for me,In this place nobody can hurt me, Happy I never made it past thirty. All I ask is dont cry for me, Ill be back momentarily
On the stage I cannot age.
Its my Neverland.