10.11.2003 :::
Thomas the King
It's not enough to be a millionaire
They still scream for richer blood.
I souled my soul to make a deal,
No it's just not enough.
To be pleased with yourself.
Your not yours, anymore.
I'm not a savior
Or a matyred cause.
I left my wife,
To make the company big.
I took their drugs,
To get in the magazines.
It's all publicity
Little kids, who are you
Burning my life away.
I won't be around long
If you keep it up,
I'm my own worst critic,
So don't you worry about it.
::: posted by Matthew at 1:32 PM
