You won't find a friendly face in the crowd. It's quite amusing to see how you suffer now!. I refuse to let you steal my daylight. Barely awake, but it strengthens my night rage.
Look at the dead outside my window. Wonder what's on their mind. Why do they run?. They all seem to have a mission. But then they cry themselves to sleep.
Every day takes figuring out how to live. Sometimes it feels like a mistake. Sometimes it's a winner's parade. Delight and angers. I guess that's the way it's supposed to be.
Every day takes figuring out how to live. Sometimes it feels like a mistake. Sometimes it's a winner's parade. Delight and angers. I guess that's the way it's supposed to be.