Can You See The Hard Helmet On My Head?
Do you see the hardhelmet on my head...totally unscarredserves protection for my headbut I don't believeeverything I read...one that makes them warmdon't ever lose any of your god-given charmthey believe you were sweetbut you could never pull that one on me'cause I still recallin no time at allyou went from being so out of controlto snuffin out the rock that beatsthat's why I thought this was so neatsomeplace to go where I felt so all-at-easeno need to write, no need to callthere's no one to seethere's no you, no meno need to be anything at all...blood pours out of the wallsfills up beside the clothes in my dresser drawerswish I was quicker on the draw
