Simply going into a world of my own.
Not afraid but always on stand by
Keenly tracing my skin, in between beds
I know you wish I knew what you knew
But all I know is
Well… truth is, I know very little
I expect to get to know more as I grow older.
Until then, I’m a master piece
My own glocc nine
My own sharp knife
Or paint brush
Shoot, maybe I’ll be a picture of many
Whatever it is, I’ll be mastered