#homebrewcrew

Just another regular, guy, just a finite Being, that can’t achieve nothing in a lifetime, Just another high flying addict on his last life, Having a hard time accepting that we can’t fight Death, ‘Cause we all got to go when it’s our time But it doesn’t really mean shit, even stars die

And I Don't even recognise my own reflection Catch my eyes in the shop window But there ain't no connection I guess that I ain't even someone to trust Maybe I should run in front of a bus So I take my seat up in the bus lane Got my red pumas on so they can hide the bloodstains Take my last sip of Johnnie Walker As I hear the bus coming from around the corner And I'm counting time Ready to die Then out of nowhere someone drops out the sky Some guy trying to fly 55 stories high And he’s heading right for me like I’m the bullseye