"it's hard living in a cold world
And it's hard living in a lone world
And it's hard being alone without a plan
And it's hard living outside with no money"
But you did it and you kept moving on
I know them streets were cold
And you were out there for so long
Even when you came home
You were still cold...
Them nights alone killed some dreams, and you lost that innocence.
You could now see reality, it wasn't as magnificent
so I grasp if the sky is no longer blue
And I know why amber liquid Became the motto... I know it was right cuz it washed away the sorrow...
Some of your pain, and some of your strength was left in them empty bottles
I remember when your niece taught you how to die
And when she was buried, a bit of you went under with her.
And I know it's hard for you to cry... On the outside
Others tell you to have have faith, and to believe them lies, and criticize your ethics... The ones that you perfected, through the struggles and aggression. You don't know why your dad disappeared, I don't know if your mom will care, to see what was created.
