Loco Lad (Hs) Testo

It just won't fit.I won't let it be.
My deathbed I knit.
I fight to be free.
Free from what?
'Nothing', I proclaim.
I was born in a rut.
My life is lame.
I prefer to subtract.
Rather than add.
Sad, but it's a fact,
I'm a loco lad.
This place is depressing,
this place my mind lays.
Maybe a blessing...
...to be dead these days.
I enjoy this place
for some odd reason.
It's set at a steady pace
with a fucking short off season.
People I seek,
things I implore,
my mind is so weak.
My esteem so poor.
I'm sane on the out,
but loco n the mind.
Here's the key.
Come see what you'll find.