My game

This is my own game And my will is to decay This is my own life And I end it my own way What I see here Means nothing to me You gotta see clear That treadin' on me Means I'll tread on thee Means I'll...

he couldn't count past four but he didn't need a whole lot more he was weird, all spindly and tall standing in his leathers up against the wall they had the same name in the cover but they sure did...