Second Walk

John Frusciante

I take a second walk

Down the street of fame

Ive paid it off and pid for it again

All these miserable feelings never end

But to fall and be downs something i transcend

Ive been a meal of mine

And slid down my throat

And all im facing is one more way to go

Died so many times and then reappeared

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

Im taking my place

In a world with different space

No time at all except how you move

Be who you are

Do what you do

Not win or lose