A chorus part that is stucked in my head.

'Train comes I don't know its destination
it's a one way ticket to a mad man's situation'

and a mad man's situation for sure.


anyway, remember those times when you were young,
when old aunties always say that you will grow up to be a very cute person,
and all the girls will be all after you, squirming around, touching themselves?

well sweetie, they lied.
and when you get older,
reality kicks in and the ever judgemental human beings come out and play.
and rate each other's hotness with no mercy.
judging eyes scan up and down your love handles, bloated face
and untreated skin.

okay my point is, vote for my goodlooking friend,