How to be real,
Was quite a deal,

How’d I feel the breeze,
Let myself freeze,

I wish a bit;
For us to be lit,
Sweet she might,
Thus my fight

Much of me,
None to see,
My mind,
Hell kind.

How sane I was,
Fun she was,
Now I don’t know;
For I’m low.

How hell she was,
What a nail she put,
Let’s move on,
Much is gone.