Madman's Rhythm, 'Song'

I sat on the toilet, that's when I had an idea. I wanted to tell my secrets to the paper since no one listens. That's how it is when you're mentally alone, and no one is there to watch you sad. But, a story can never help me; a rhythm does like those dumb songs on the radio. So I decided to take the toilet paper, and this is what I wrote on it:

Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam,

The man walked in the street,

A torch right by his hand,

Second passed it's on the house,

Right into a person's balcony,

Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam,

The man walked by a church,

A door gripped by his hand,

He saw a priest coming by,

Yelled and crushed it into his jaw,

Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam,

The man saw his ex-wife,

Sadness came to his mind,

He stepped into the shower,

And that's no one knows, but the man did nothing nice,

Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam,

The man hadn't laughed for years,

Once he saw a woman clown,

He held her by her hand,

Then happiness came by,

He couldn't stop crying,

The man had burnt her down,

And this is today's story.