My rights have been stripped from me
I'm treated like a second class citizen
Being kicked in and out of the gutter
Living a life not resembling what once was
I'm a shell of the man I used to be
Diseased ridden and now full of pain
The only family of mine that remain
Are the empty bottles I wake next to
Each morning I wake from dreaming
Of a life I lived so long ago
In this place of gray and misery
I welcome the end like an old friend
Each morning I wake from dreaming
Of a life I lived so long ago
In this place of gray and misery
I welcome the end like an old friend
No comments:
Post a Comment