James

You ask how I cope, If you could only help, to take me back home, why make me suffer, I know my own ends, no need for your butter, stay out of my zone, I know you mean well, but I’m better alone, the words that you utter, don't come from a pen, or make my thoughts falter, measure my chrome, put me in a spell, leave me wide open, I start to stutter, on bars made of leather, I loved my mother, I’m not just a dope, neither am I tethered, I laugh at your rope, save it for your friends.