Right before my eyes, stands this bitter man
Looking for the answers
Fustraition, best describes his wasted life
Looking in my eyes he cries
Who am I
What am I here for
Will I learn in time
Hatred for what I see, in my self, life's fucking curse
Endlessly, searching for a little taste, of satisfaction
I'm just so fed up, with sitting back
Waiting for my time, to end!
Staring my future, dead in his eyes
I will become my fate If I don't find a way To transcend time and Regain my mind
Peace of my mind.
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