The Obvious

The Obvious

Sitting inside a glass house, and of course I throw stones! It's a curse inside my bones. Now, no just know; where I live inside my home, the place where I just don't know? I'm sitting here In the cold, alone I thought I was safe to do so, to throw the stones. Now, know just no, I'm here with the obvious, with a place to sit with no place to just kick it, a place with no home. No just know, I let my kingdom become my prison and now I know...