Asked Why?
Why Am I Feeling Low?
Why was my Past, That Bad though?
Did I have Mistakes, but not Small?
Was I Innocent as Seen my Flow?
Low Time Comes, Cry So Slow,
I got Frozen, Without Any Snow.
Sitting on the Table, Having Less Glow,
I'm One Alone, Feeling Like Head Blown.
Lastly Forever, I'm The End.
Alonesty is On High, You're Gonna Fade.
Rising a Plot, Cartesian Flow of Blade.
~ Relax