As I'm writing this here,
I make up all these rhymes,
my thoughts flow out of my head like a sphere,
Pi r^3, and that 4/3 times.
As I look in the mirror,
I dont see myself,
I see someone who cares to less about his health,
I can see my own mind,
thats why words are easy to find,
though for love I am so blind,
there are few of this kind.
I can see the way I think,
instead of dreaming,
and writing with ink,
they are pictures witch show me screaming.
Screaming for help on a screen,
they need images to show what they mean,
to show me what I need,
someone who can read
this song and move along because life goes on.
I can see what i think,
like a camera above my brain,
my surname you say as Vain,
I cant let my thoughts sink.
My thoughts are tall,
I need her to break my fall,
why do I write this song,
because I'm Vexagon?
No, because I'm afraid to snap,
all these thoughts are all crap.
there is no subject in this song,
as you think right now,
it are my thoughts and your wrong,
I keep wondering how?
I keep wondering why,
why my thoughts are so shy,
I can only write,
I cant talk despite
the fact that I speak out my mind.
That might be of loneliness,
I dont need the press,
who are my school mates,
I need fixed dates,
fixed rhymes,
fixed times
to pack my stuff,
to stop pretending I'm ruff,
and end these endless rhymes.
I'm writing this now somehow,
because life is short,
you don't need to win,
you just need to blend in.
Now this is the end,
Ill stop to pretend,
that this message is send,
because this is a secret language,
a complex one witch
made it unclear to you why,
why I wrote this song,
so move along,
and goodbye...
I like how it flows for you its pretty much the same here. 
