if



As i walk down the road of mizery
i dont look back and
as i drew a picture in my mind of wanderland
would you hate me


As i draged my pencil
i try not to squel
as i make a whole new world
would you hate me


As i sharpen my pencil
in a noise room
full of untalented jerks
would you hate me


As I cut the thin sheet of wood
would you like it
or if i rew a perfect picture
would you like it
I wander: