There are two sides to a struggle and they are both pretty much fucked up. But maybe, just maybe, there is some hope.
Lying in his room all day long Waiting for the sun to set The darkness engulfs, a shell to hide in
Walking through the streets at night Waiting for some action to get To kill the time; bored out of his mind
Graffiti's cool but overdone Soon the novelty dies Where's the rush from breaking the law?
He buys a fuck when he wants Soon the thrill subsides Cant satisfy the craving inside
He searched for love, found rejection until the day she held him close She stopped his bleeding, it's a new life A chance to right the path he chose
A part of him was always detached Abstract patterns in his head Trying to make sense, delusional waves
Even when he was in her arms A part of him was all alone Trying to hide, keeping feelings inside
He searched for love, found rejection until the day she held him close His soul was reborn that day A chance to right the path he choseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
