i wear uniforms, you wear uniforms too
am in chains, you are not but you can't move all the same.
life is not a game you say, but who are you dying for? the government?
come on! there is no second chance, as you say.
My life is now in shutters, my dream has been captured by the anonymous captain of my soul, who sails me straight to the north pole.my heart becomes cold, so i stand and shiver besides the river that carries my soul, with all these i tend to ask my self, why is this? where did i go wrong? Was it the devil in me? .but they tend to be rhetorical but i need answers, or are these the questions i should ask, is it the fault of my creator?
in my mind i feel pain
a pain inflicted on me by the world, with all these thought am never on
time, i always sit and sob in the night train, i sometimes pass my stop
Don't judge me for what i have done, you can judge me for the reason i did it, but before you do please know why.