SCARS

SCARSTime and again I play the fool, I'm breaking all the rules.I would repeal them if I could and I would be mistaken.But I tell no bad from good because my cheek is absolute.I live without a fucking clue about the worries that may lead toBrain loss, dead nerves and scars on me.Acquainted with no fear, unhurt by wrong ideas,I never shed a tear, avoid unpleasantness andBrain loss, dead nerves and scars on me.No bruises and scars, motherfucker!..I elude intricacies and bigger trouble disappears,I swallow bits of misery and get a bit frustrated.Every day's a mystery, but I just live and let it be. The least I care, the most I cheer.I hate to suffer any shit and brain loss, dead nerves and scars on me. Copyright 1998. Слова - мои.