I'm
not
made
perfect
I
don't
know
everything
From
time
to
time
my
mind
is
on
the
virtual
brink
I've
had
my
moments
when
I've
prepared
for
all
I've
even
failed
to
have
a
woman
given
my
number
to
call
Some
say
that
life
without
a
little
sh*t
is
no
life
at
all
Is
no
life
at
all
Even
my
pubic
hair
has
got
it's
share
of
split
ends
I've
felt
at
times
that
every
ounce
of
me
was
made
from
f*ckin'
lead
But
I
have
never
felt
I
had
to
take
that
easy
way
out
By
putting
some
damn
f*ckin'
stotgun
to
my
head
Some
say...
Is
no
life
at
all