My life is falling down,
It's going right into the ground.
I don't have anybody.
I don't have a soul.
If only.
You could see past my scars,
You would see a man,
That's trying to be heard.
If only.
You could see past my mistakes,
You would see a man filled with regret,
Who only wants a better life.
My life is falling down,
It's going right into the ground.
No one ever listens.
When i cry out,
All I want is help
I'm all alone.
To some of you I'm,
A criminal,
A monster,
A bad man,
That no one wants around.
Whatever happend to second chances?
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