Look at me,
Raised up in a foster home...
You must know I like my country,
Life here is simple...
Splinters of reality
Slicing through...
If I was gone
Who would know...
Time spins before my eyes
memories reflect those perfect lies...
Funny thing about life,
One day you have everything figured out...
The cry has been heard
Women have wept enough...
Many eyes staring at me today
Whats Wrong...
Yet in the lasts' breath to pray
Closets' closed doors impend, in them I see a play...
You say your life sucks because your dont do good...
She says her life sucks because she never went to...
I'm sorry I'm not pretty.
I'm sorry I'm not thin...
One night I decide to sit on a chair
A chair by the stairs, in the middle of no where...