It's that time of the season. When the blood runs hot. And God must have a reason. When the temperature drops. One more nameless baby. And a momma in shame.
As I look out my bedroom window. I see all the chaos that's calling me. So the wind blows wherever it will go. It's all too much for me. . All of this emptiness I've been sharing.
In the doldrums of my life. I was nice to the people that I meet. But inside there was hate. Can you relate to the feelings that I preach?. . If you're sure I know.
There's blue skies all around me. And the world looks just the same. It's hard to be criminal. when you all know my name. Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I wanna be free.
There's something wrong with all of my friends. Empty heads and violence I'm trying to pretend. That it's not me. I can be anything I want to be. I'll try to ignore it.