Somewhere life has nothing left for me,
Some how everything’s taken over,
There’s nothing left for me to be,
Nothing to keep me under…
Old and slow decayed is,
All this man has obeyed,
So tired and displaced,
Ill still run on and on misplaced…
All my dreams, never come true…
Is it so hard to ask for a father’s love,
When a cold stone is all I feel?
Hard rock against my chest,
Cold stones, all depressed,
All I ever see,
Are a load of broken dreams
Maybe Jesus Christ will come over,
Right when Hell freezes over me,
Maybe you can cry your way,
When your […]