THESE STREETS

I just hope that my worn down legs,
Can carry me to a place where I can rest.
I just hope that my punch drunk mind,
Still has the strength to reason with my body.

Oh God, it seems like there’s so much more going on,
Here in these streets,
Than you could ever lay your eyes on.

You’ve given me nothing at all,
But I’ve made form it everything I have
And You know I deserve more than this,
But they take from me. Oh they take from me.

Chemicals flow, meant to ease my pain,
But only serve well to decimate my body,
And every breath drawn only aids my self-hate,
And hardens my heart to let the sin surround me

Oh god it seems like there’s so much more going wrong,
Here in these streets,
Than you could ever lay your hands on.

You’ve given me nothing at all,
But I’ve made from it everything I have
And You know I deserve more than this,
But they take from me. Oh they take from me.

Every punch thrown, towards a friend or a foe,
Can never repair the emptiness that binds me.
They say every lost soul, truly wants to be found,
But somehow I doubt that you could ever find me.

You’ve given me nothing at all,
But I’ve made from it everything I have
And You know I deserve more than this,
But they take from me. Oh they take from me.

You’ve given me nothing at all,
But I’ve made form it everything I have
And You know I deserve more than this,
But they take from me. Oh they take from me.

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