It took me so long to find out
That after all that bout,
I was already dead.
I was finished,
I was done,
But for some reason I was still loud.
And on old habits relying,
As if for some miracle I’d be still,
The same old fool ill,
But in the end we all know the drill.
We can’t deny that I am dead,
Even if I dropped and faked.
I was so colorful on the outside
When in the side I was all gray.