"Born Looser." Clouds passing by. It all leaves my cold. At square one. Hanging side by side with the other side of the world. At the rivers edge. Theres my home. Cry me a teardrop while I wait for tomorrow. Stop the moment when its time to go. Waiting for nothing when the end is near.Close to the end. I wanna be bad.Safety last.Ugly is beautiful.Mankinds sins tell me Bad is good. The face of disaster burning bright. He gives me a fat lip. He's is Death
...looks like this person want be leaving on a cloud of glory! Could be a convoluted glory?