Many of the people i meet on the street Don't like my personality I guess i don't belong here out in the street I'm a creep, thats what i am for the Worthy people out there in my world I guess I'll go back home You know i rather be stoned I'm alone, so alone In the night I can't fall asleep Because of my brain rolling like a freight train It makes me crazy, sleeping my days away I'm not okey, Can someone rescue me? From myself From myself