The news, hit me like hot Nevada wind hits your face
How, was the only question I could ask myself
A three letter word, with no meaning
Now what, everyone asked me
But I never did answer, because I didn't know myself
I felt crushed, as if my body was collapsing on me
Nothing seemed bright, because I was numb
Sadness, was the only thing I felt
All around me, it was dark and sad
Life, was nothing to me
Jerry, the greatest friend saved me
One quote, helped me realize I was still living
It made my broken heart mend
A title I gave myself, and stuck with it
Happiness started to make a glimpse in my life, light
All from one quote, cherished by all of who I am...
I'm as crooked as a question mark.
