Beau

You know what it means, to walk alone, bad thoughts choke dreams, cool but burn with rage, not even trying to atone, makes me turn away, say it's not my scene, a journey not my own, long past where I've been, why so useless to fake, when this mood gets going, one note always too late, ask if I will take heed, at what i've sown, no one makes me plead, forget my chance of fame, drop it like a stone, if it stutters my flame, maybe start a new seam, go beyonf their moans, hard to put a creed, to my begging bowl.