Из альбома: The Freed Weed
Rest now Mr. Genius Eyes, your work has all been done
Speak in special riddles, standing pointing at the sun behind you
There is no way around you
(I wish I never found you)
A bitter gifted girl, look at what she's done
Making fun of boys on the other side of the sun
I'm here to be used
Try to be confused with someone
It's no one; the special boy is only no one
I should be free to be what I am
As you should have what you need
But if you see what you need in me
Then you can't have what you need
It's not fair to expect that from me
'Cuz that's not what I am
You think I reject you, but I never wanted to hurt you
Now you want to hurt me 'cuz I won't set you free
That's what you see, but that's not what I am
I'm a genius (X6)