pushed and pulled
love and hate
it is what it is
is it fate
another year older
a little colder
left alone
like a broken dream
I look down thee stream
of my life
and wonder why
I have to feel
this pain is so sureal
hope for the future
but can't look past
all the pain that has smacked my ass
another year done
turned by the sun
I wish I had it in me just to run
alas I cannot
I am not built like that
I can't leave behind
the little ones..in my mind
I know THAT feeling all to well
thinkn of it makes my eyes swell
I wonder if one day things will be different then this hell
I prey for strength
but feel very weak
not dead yet, and I know I can walk this street
I allways have
never broken
but I look to something
to call a token....
fucked up inside and out...
have no doubt
this cats a trip
without a whip
more passion then most
but I'll never boast
its not within
its not my style
I will never stop walking that mile....
