- 19
- 1
- 0
- 0
- 0
Комментариев не найдено
Within the constant reflection of a troubled youth in which a situation had gone awry, the angst and need for redemption and self-preservation forever reminds.
As I look into the mirror, I see a boy wanting to be
The boy being drawn back, barred behind reality
Jailed by the man, born outta need
And the boyish grin, so soon will be freed
I know that someday I'll be freed
You can't stop my need
The boy's begun to speak
Think about it, does it make any sense
Oh, what I'm doing, with my life boy, it's a mess
Now I see my life, so clear before me now
But patience, will not heed
I know that someday I'll be freed
You can't stop my need
The boy's begun to speak
I know that someday I'll be freed
You can't stop my need
The boy's begun to speak, yah
Oh, I know that someday I'll be freed
You can't stop my need
The boy's begun to speak now
You can’t stop my need no
No, the lights much too bright thru the night now
I can’t hardly see, no no no, no I can’t hardly breath
