My made up excuses for you is running dry.
I can't say that I ain't disappointed.
Won't say that the years was wasted away.
Maybe it's just a downhill trend, crazy like the economy.
Crazy, like the weather outside, crazy like me, crazy like you.
Not attempting to burn your eyes with my words here.
But I guess words are all I have right now.
There's nothing else for me to rely on besides words.
Mad I am. Very. Speak of it more I shall not.