Folder

I dont have a perfect life
But i carry everything i write
In this folder by my bed
And when i feel down
Or when you're not around
I write and put it
In this folder by my bed
And when they make me sick
and when god forbid I ever quit....
you can find why in this folder in my bed
but i'll refuse to die
I'll live forever by
This folder by my bed
It's in my hand
And i have a plan
To change or destroy the world
Word For Word
The weapon of choice
my only spoken voice
My way out of this world
and into a new one
i have a folder by my bed
or in my hand
That i use to say softspoken sentences to myself
and nobody else