Look On - John Frusciante

I can’t get through

Knots in my mind

I resent

The self I can’t find

I can’t get through

I can’t get through

Oh, a paper and a pencil

Are the best friends I’ve got

I went to downtown LA

Got picked up by the cops

I didn’t get what I wanted

But I didn’t care a lot

I saw that life was kidding

Look on, look on, look on

Look on, look on, look on

I’m warning you

I skipped a life

To be here

I’ve got no right

I’m bad luck

I’m bad luck

Oh, I used to feel a lot

Things used to be alright

So much was going on

I’m empty now inside

When I thought life was terrible

Things were going fine

Vincent called as a set up

Look on, look on, look on

It’s not right

I lost my fame

It’s a cheap trick

I wanna do it again

I’ve got no life

I’ve got no life

Oh, I am a separate entity

From the guy I was before

Here nobody wants me

I hoped for something more

I flip through empty pages I thought I wrote on

I can’t tell what is dreaming

Look on, look on, look on