He's a man with a past, scars all around,
Which have engraved themselves into him...
Truth is ugly and cold
Truth is your mirror...
Counting the lines on my wall,
Thinking about how life could be...
I am treated differently
I notice every day...
A girl's life was ripped away
By a psycho with a knife...
Down in the dark dirty streets lays a man,
Afraid of himself with no one to lend a hand...
[[Why do we turn a deaf ear
to those who are hurt...
Making a scene is not difficult at all for me,
I thrive on attention positive or negative...
Another day has passed by
But the cloud is still crying...
The soft noise of the cars outside my window
at 4 AM is just enough to keep me awake...
Couples filled with loving lies.
They pretend to withstand the silence...
Don't demand.
Do not force me...