Bob was an old and broken downtrodden and weak
All that had transpired brought this man down to his knees
He was an old and washed up man
Self proclaimed hero
All though his senile rambling scene
Far too unbelievable
But I can't comprehend the way your mind goes out of tune
I can't follow your train of thought

Old and local room
He was a freak
I was a witness to his ?
He was a mean street
He came across my path at the age of 16
His was a house one would avoid on Halloween

I said I can't comprehend way your mind goes out of tune
I can't follow your

Eight Nine Ten Eleven

Bob was an old and blinded man
He could not see
I know the story's true
Cause he whispered to me
He was an old and washed up man
Self proclaimed hero
All though his senile rambling scene
Far too unbelievable
But I can't comprehend why your mind goes out of tune
But I can't follow your