Not much to lose but even less to say

The trip of the day will make you feel okay

Locked up on a transportation road

Jumped the fence and decided which way to go


So Ms Jane went down and lent her hand

Stumbled in her words for thought 

Victimization takes two you know

Ill save it for your funeral


My thoughts said you were wrongly accused

But now Ill turn my back

Cause everybodys got a joke on you


Panic disordered or less disturbed

Dont pretend she will help you find your way

You let her in and she set you up

But I know youre nobody fool


Another trial and another trade

Sold her soul and polluted shades

I guess the ceiling just wont last that long

Ill face her to repay my mistakes