Aches and pains
every day is the same...
Excuse her,
For her imperfections...
We walk down streets
stuffed with houses, rows and rows...
For you,I changed
Lovely cold nights...
Never heard a spoken word
that contained the truth...
In tumultuous times,
of cruelty and oppression...
Hollow faith caress bruised esteem,
scars hidden underneath the seam...
Guitar, my canvas
Society is my paint...
It seems to me that mankind are being controlled
by some unseen evil force...
You see me
on the street, in the street...
You say your life sucks because your dont do good...
She says her life sucks because she never went to...
Look at me,
Raised up in a foster home...