As I walk down the empty street
I think about my past the sorrow
The suffering the pain that all
Happened To me I begin to think
My life hear doesnt matter anymore
Or never did I go to a corner as
People judge me as how I dress
I only think how there lives are
Going to end wondering why
People cry when there beloved
Ones perish from this world when
They know there going to be
Joining them shortly after they
Relies the world they live in is
A lie after all.
