The Bad Portfolio

Mine is a bad portfolio,
Occurs in my life’s strangest videos,
See me sing the shaman’s blue,
With all the lyrics of a low man too.
And I suffer with a bad portfolio.

Life is hate, I hate for me,
Hating one another is all I see,
They made me cry, made me die,
They bend my spine to the breaking point.

I can’t travel to elsewhere,
I’m stuck up in a nowhere,
They made me cry, made me die,
They made me realise that I have no friends.

I’ve become a function undone,
Derivation destruction,
Am riding on the flying death,
They made me cry, made me die,
They made me realise all I live is lies.

Did nothing when to be done,
Now that I’m undone,
I lie hear paralysed, completely disguised,
With no one to care,
And I pay all my undue fare,
So I carry me and my bad portfolio.