I could of been number eleven, on a list of name I dare not speek. But now I not number eleven cause I'd of killed you by the end of the week. You may not be crazy but crazyness is all I see, I may not be a disorder but still I desided to flee. Just run away from it all but thats ok by me. Cause sooner or later this list of names will come back to haunt you. And I don't want to be around for that at all...