Short story from the one who wrote thisAnd you’re a stranger they know wellYou read their mind and left your life an open bookNow you wanna die in some hotelYou deserve thisGod damn, in some respect you’ve earned itWho wants to change this bogus world?Hey mom it’s me or someone on our window sillYell I ain’t disturbing your quiet numbIf something gets lostIf something breaks, I’ll be wide awakeNot that this revelation’s changing anyone at allAnd all of your new friends, they seem boundlessAnd all of that money spends you flatI’m sure that something bad will come of this reviewSome past due like karma or revengeI deserve this