The Homeless Gomba (VenturianTale Isaac Frye)

Playing my guitar outside on the streets, I laid my guitar case out, and started to play. "But there you go again, go again, making me love you. Yeah, I stop using my head, using my head, let it all go.." So far I had twenty dollars. I guess people liked me. When it came around to my fifth song, people got bored and I wasn't making anything. But one boy stayed. One boy, who didn't leave.