To be me...

Living in my world is like kissing broken glass.
The playground's full of thorns and thistles, and you want to stay in class.

I want to wake up one morning and forget about disease.

I want to be a real boy and wipe my nose on my sleeve.

I want to wash my hands just once instead of cookin' em in the pot.

I wish I'd met a lady who could think that I was hot.

Crappy night tonight...