Pain running through my head Wondering when i will be dead

Sadness is all around no good feelinds are found

I have fell into the depth of hell

Bad thoughts are following me everywhere I go I must be a wondering person named Moe

Destroy my life with no knife

Everyone thinks I am lame So I am the one who should be Blamed

People find me boring When I talk I hear them Snoring

You think I'm Weird Because I like

No one can be me I am "ONE OF A KIND"