Second Walk - John Frusciante

I take a second walk
Down the street of fame
Ive paid it off and pid for it again
All these miserable feelings never end
But to fall and be downs something i transcend
Ive been a meal of mine
And slid down my throat
And all im facing is one more way to go
Died so many times and then reappeared
All death looks like to me is a word that causes fear
Im taking my place
In a world with different space
No time at all except how you move
Be who you are
Do what you do
Not win or lose