I always feeling hold my own life on my hands
I hate to be always knowing the truth
I always know where the place I have to go
I always find the way, with or without mark
Im writing the walls even the bell was ringing,
Even someone older hit me up,
No body understand
Ive just always try living likes Im dying here today ...
Ive lost find my way back,
Too far away leaving my sleep
Seeing myself lying on the bed, with eyes open
Sorry, I cant get back living you up
No reason why
Something are better left unsaid.
E C H O E S.
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