He came from the streets He's struggling to forget But now he just can't sleep Rolling in his bed He's searching for the truth Feel lost without a clue Wasted in his room He's always been refused
His shadow in his past The weight on his back He saw too much too fast Children smoking crack So damn hard to sleep
He never felt so sad He knows that no one cares Now it's too fucking late He wrote his own fateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
