He left his home at the little suburb
To the city Light, to the harsh

Peoples built their ,middle finger forward his face
He said don't care, it's for his grace
People screamed forward his face
He said don't care, it's just nightmare
Peoples stared forward his face
He said don't care, he's not aware

Befriended with some ice
which he knows so well and nice
Little alley, for sanctuary
Stenchy, but stately

He was grining, when he was giggling
He was stabing, when he was huging
He was loosing, when he was grabing
He's a rock star..until his spar

Miss the moment, and we just missing the moment
We shared the ccigarettes, and threw some rags
seek for cheeer, i a bottle of beer
Anti-social, not artificial

And he came home, at the little suburb
From the city light, from the harsh
He's a rock star..until his spar
Throw away, his only scar

12 june 07