Intermission lyrics
by Sixx:A.M.
[Spoken Word]
When I first placed my hands on these diaries
Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of sh*t
A lot of feelings came bubbling up, but mostly this one--
How the hell am I still alive?
That's what I think every day
But more on that later
After all, this is just the intermission