Home is no sense of comfortI'll stray to the forest and build up a tree fort.Out of the sticks that you've gave me,by the river when I was young.Self-respect, is such a strong wordI can't comprehend how many times i have tried it,how many times i have lost itbut I don't dare ask for closure,I guess I can't tell anyone anything anymore.This passion is tough to compare,with the courage of a polar bear,and my body is nothing less then a fortress of lions.Looks like the ventriloquist lacks his oxygen.I hate to say this but it makes me happy that it makes you sad.Honesty all pays off with open minds.Honesty all pays off with open hearts.I had a pet wolf until I needed a coat"you gotta do what you gotta do!"it is what it is.I came with confidenceand left with emptiness
