I cannot take the take, your condition was nod awake. A selfish cryer, boldface liar, robbing all of what. You could take in. Stabbed towards a death, a dirty smelling girl.
Full of grief I scream at the wind. Thought I heard the words of others. Imprison myself. And stay in a shell. I won't let you in to have a story to tell.
Sometimes I feel like a man that has two broken hands, yeah. All of this thrown at me, sinking me neck deep in sand, yeah. They can't kill me no more.