People will stab you in your back and then ask why you’re bleeding.

 Roaming the campground out by the lake where we swam.
We were hunting for snakes,
But we couldn't find them.
Surrounded by nothing,
But the nothing's surrounded by us.
But it's just me in my room,
With my eyes shut.

When I was seventeen,
My mother said to me
"Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."
Now I pull a one-ton carriage,
Instead of the horses, grazing the lawn.
I was having fun.
We were all having fun