I may not be smart but I do have some heart. My back is fucked and my brain is wack. Stop trying to add me to the rest of the stack. You don't know me and either do I.
Stop trying to put labels on this mystery guy. The irony is right there but hey I don't care because I'm a material girl who has come to fuck up this world.
No not with hate, malice or crime but with my lyrical knives blinding you like icarus too the dive.