I Ain't Looking Back Only

Before I Was Famous, When I Was Just Working In Gilbert's Lodge, Everything Was Moving In Slow Motion.

Don't Ever Let No One Tell You, You Ain't Beautiful

Sometimes I Even Cut Myself To See How Much It Bleeds It's Like Adrenaline, The Pain Is Such A Sudden Rush For Me.

My Pen And Paper Causes A Chain Reaction, To Get Your Brain Relaxing.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!