Second Walk - John Frusciante

I take a second walk

Down the street of fame

I’ve paid it of and paid for it again

All these miserable feelings never end

But to fall and be down’s somenthing I transcend

I’ve been a Meal of mine

And slid down my throat

And all I’m facing is one more way to go

Died so many times and then reapeared

All death looks like to me is a word that causes fear

I’m taking my place

In a world with different space

No time at all exept how you move

Be who you are

Do what you do

Not win or lose