The tears on this paper Fall down like they're weightless, Truth is they're shameless, My mom made me famous, "Ow, I wish I was acheless" She believes me, and feeds me Whatever it need be 7 years going on 8, can't count the plates That I ate, sniffed, snort, popped and whiffed Between each shift, break and Have you heard of "there's no such thing as a free lunch?" If you have, this is completly redunt Everyday trying to fight the calling way Will I ever win and stop commiting these sins on my poor smiling grin? Ok,...