Once Nothing
The Truth Inside An AK-47
I have always been a few steps behindJust close enough to see the green in your eyesThe way the music playsOr how there is always something in the airit reminds me that I could never escape you.How sad I must look when I search for my own pathI have nothing except my heart in my handsI am trying to live my lifeAccording to the words on my armsBut this is so much more painful than the actual processThese scars are all justified in my own mindI always feel like I am wasting paper on words I've already writtenMy, how I wish I could piece togetherwhat is scattered across the floorIn all my pain,In all my glory you are still a familiar voice.Kingdom come, with fire.
From Letras Mania