So you wanna be a masta of Pogieman?

I love singing, but I have a lousy voice.

I sing for you.

Will you sing back?

The future grabs ahold of me, clutching em into its jaws, but I hold tight onto the past for dear life dragging it into the maw.

Sometimes I think I'll never be able to do what I'm supposed to do.

I really wonder if it's too late or not.

I wonder if I really know what to do.

Sometimes the biggest obsticle is yourself.

Sometimes you know the answer, but someone else has to say it first.

Sometimes you don't listen anyway.

Sometimes

Sometimes I wanna say

ooh hoo oh oooh hooo oooh hooo oh oooh

ooh hoo hoo hooooo~