the house.

My friend yes I am for reality,my friend yes for real.Well there's a house in my home town,where my spirits race around.Just to grow stronger.There's a little old woman that lives there.Well.What she is made of no one really knows.Then you add.u add up the traffic flus in and out.and you start to see that the traffic is what gets her by.Yes an there's is fear to be felt there in this house in my home town.The silence is what gives me the right state of mind.To see the things that no one else can see in this house in my home town.She gives me a lot of love.So you think the best of her.But I am not about to give in.Never will I give in.She never would talk to me.and you lose another friend.So then you never will be able to start the games again.The day goes by and I can see how you can drive a man insane. So I believe in you. it is my own way to see the very best in you. honestly I was here to give to you what you have lost.Yes it may have seemed that way..So don't look my way to try to see inside of me to see things you will never be able to see.I.I can see the very best in you .....friend...