Living these streets in the shadows of the sun,
always asking myself where is my place in this world.
Daylight comes and I will fade away.
I try and retry but every time I fail.
My childhood hit me strong and the high school was a war.
Running away with these old black shoes.
There are so many stories that they can tell you.
Twenty one and I’ve always seen my dreams clearing away like clouds through the sky.
Try, realize, fail.
Try, realize, fail (void eyes).
I see the black waves crushing down on me and I am fading away.
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