On the streets I was hanging.
I tried to picture one thing...
Maybe one day
I'll look in the mirror...
I know you’re in heaven smiling down
I can hear your voice...
You will never know,
the hell I’m living in...
Magnetic pull.
That’s what I felt with us...
It isn't over again but it's cool to think we're...
and I need to smoke a little more without demands...
Two days, then three, three to five, five to ten.
The list can go on and on...
The scars are fading
After four months they are almost gone...
I don't wanna rhyme today,
but I had to write this verse...
If only
I drop my days and drop my nights...
I know you were mad and reacted as such
The things that you said you didn't mean that much...
I was your beautiful baby girl when I was born,
what am I to you now...