Just when you thought you had it made. You had a life, your bills were paid. But your heart was numb inside. Abandoned by your foolish pride. . And this I know.
Ain't it strange how time just slips away. Then I got your call the other day. All these years and you're still in that place. And you really don't have much to say.
Never really been into religion. Never gave a fuck about superstition. But such strange things are happening. First once, then twice, then once again.
Can I overcome thse things I'm feeling, a coldness deep inside. The violence, the loss of friends, it's got me desensitized. Why in the world, does the world keep trying me.