What’s wrong is life, when I woke up today,
What’s wrong is the knife, that just...

It seems to drive
And dictates my life...

The feeling of guilt
A pain that’s built...

What is this feeling that she gives me all day?
The one where I wish, with her I could stay...

I try, so hard, to do something right
Something that will give me sight...

I wait for the text
See if she’s tried asking...

I lie and I roll as I can’t drift away
I close my eyes but they just won’t stay...

I see her most days
I fantasize and craze...

She’s kind, she’s loving...
She’s the one person in the world, who I...

If it’s going to come
Then why refuse...

It’s big, very big, and may even have no...
But we sit here alone, wondering when...

When the black boy robs,
There’s a victim who sobs...