Granted. You get so good you even enter the X games but in your last amazing move you fly so high into air and bail, cracking your skull. In the process of your brain surgery you unfortunatly forget even learning how to rollerblade.
I wish my parents would let me draw on myself
I used to rule the world, see it rise when I gave the word, now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own
Granted, but you press to hard with your pen and carve into your skin, getting a nasty infection that turns to gangrene, resulting in you having your limbs removed.
I wish my hair would be perfectly straight every morning.
