The days are passing quite slow now and none of my worries are defined. There’s no secret recipe, this mental state just came to me
after I- I- I gave us many fucks I could And became a frickin fox
and suddenly my life was good. There’s a community with lots of people just like me. And I’m happy none of this is about sex. There are a good people, rad people,
nasty people, funny people, stupid people,
smart, and friendly, fluffy, awesome lovely creatures. At conventions we are free!
(Whee~!) And hey, there’s the fursuit scene!
(Scene!) I’m getting so fluffing high~!
Awoo! I’ve been losing braincells.
I just wanna feel well. I’ve been losing braincells.
I just wanna feel well. This is my type of drug. I know I should feel blessed.
But hey, I’m just depressed. Really, I’m just depressed. But I use conventions, and gay friends,
and fursuits, and art, and comics, and stories, and animated movies to escape to escape. Oh! Because my life is minimal
I pretend to be an animal. I let my whole life fade away. But, hey!
It’s a dream place now anyways~ With rainbows, and fairy tales,
an evolution of a great life. And you know what? It’s the best life.
(The best~!) Awoo awoo awoo!
Awoo awoo awoo! Wooo!
Awoo awoo awoo! Awoo awoo a- Bark.