The Star Of The Bum

Your inqueryness Shot me down Like the star... Of the Bum I control what you say What you do is very different What you feel is very Horrendous I think much like Nothing About You I'm in depth I can see water Your eyes clear as day I must have a leak I control how you walk the day How you walk, it pays for the rent How you wish your life was more fake disastrous I think much like something... Not like you Like anyone Like my mind Much like Nothing About You