I'm the shattered glass in the kitchen sink

Once admired ot the public's eye, now I'm not a bit intreging

It could be my imagination

Life reminds me of a folk lore except with less anticipation

If you catch my drift

I'm labled "Infamous" because of who I am and how fast I can shift

... From one mood to the next

It's like an elephant to a bear or a circle to a square, I make myself and others think, or minds will never rest

I've been told I'm the best

How I view life is similar to chess you'll never see me as a nervous wreck

But then again "I'm the best"

I'm "Imfamous" when it comes to death

should of been shot, stabbed, broken neck, and tortured to death

... Some might say I cheated

14 plus times in my life have I ever thought that if I lived another day I'll become concieded

With the fact that I escaped death's gaze

But on the days that I blazed I'd be face to face with that same gaze

Hell yeah you can bet I was afraid

Hope'n everyday that someone will save the day

Save the day? huh. Now I'm wondering if I'm going insane

The word Infamous is a lable not a name

... Let me repeat that phrase "the word Infamous is a lable not a name"

Its as simple as saying the difference is night & day

Read between the lines