I steal to feed, I fight to breathe. Through hunger not greed. I find these days it's the only way I can survive. . What have I done with my life?. Is this the end when two worlds collide?.
Wake up, wake up, this must be some kind of fear. In the short time that I have got to know you. I have found here a wrong way to go about it. It's just this fear, the fear I have to go about you.