well whatever the case is i have the case of the blues
Never have I felt so lonly so not like myself cause,I can't be myself because of my species no one can feel the pain I have.No one can feel as so bitter and cold as a winter. In the summer I shiver,in the winter I feel so warm and fuzzy.Lead me to my grave I made for myself,cause all I will ever be is ashes,something left behind.Who could tell me how to feel cause happyness seems like an invalid emotinal state for me.Who could ever help a horse going to a glue factory.There is the cold where I belong it's always snowing it's always cold,and there is no food,but I'm in the warmest place there is to know,and yet,I feel so very cold.I should leave the grammer police hunt for me with a shotgun full of null and void talent that gos to waste.