Well I'm feeling left behind. Lord what a waste of time. They're coming to get you. Run on. . How can I respect your crime?. When all you criminals whine.
My time, all my life. Some way, I saved. The memory, the pending. The family, surround me. . A God given time. A God given gift of life. A time to take away, to kill the pain.
Oh yeah, free at last, I'm the past. Undone in unknown prison, and I'm holding on. Peace and need, a mouth to feed. I'm standing way on the other side.
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.
One day, the strain. I've never felt like this before. Our lives, capsize. I've never been before my God. . Why must you kneel for me?. I write for sight.
Goddamn!. . This time it's real. It's a love that I feel. I may be tainted but God knows. It's good to me, could you see?. . I leave my woes. At strangers road dispose.
Windows are closing, keep it locked away. No chance was given, to find myself today. My time of aging, wonder when I'll die. But when my time will come, I know the reason why.