Painting walls, 

And I'm the crazy one

She can't even walk straight he says, 

Fag in his gob, 

Shall I kick the ladder from under you? 

Scaffolder in the sky, 

You took time to hear my voice, yet, 

You spend all day on a roof, 

Under the hot sun, 

And I'm the crazy one??? 

There's flowers everywhere, 

Blue sky and sun, 

Yet you block my way, 

Maybe I sholud just hoot at you, 

Wise old bird that I am, 

I choose to ignore, 

Maybe I should just shoot you, 

If only you knew my story but you I will never tell, 

Just read it online, that what the rest of the world does, because I find peace in my journals