Vega Under Fire

Fabricated Air
Oh the past few days Have shown me that I've been torn Between a nomadic life and a family I adore I haven't been sleeping so well Yeah, I've given it a lot of thought And there is no sense in complaining Or waiting for a change of heart For all my guilt to start setting in My lungs are weak from all this fabricated air Weeks go by and I still don't have the strength To lie, but I try The line was crossed and now its time to start over There's gotta be something that I give a damn about I doubt my faith I doubt that this will turn out my way And if anything, you will be ashamed Don't count on those who are hollow Lend your hand and pray that someday They will return the favor You have qualifications to be my primary Objective that I'm willing to achieve At any cost and anywhere Send me the location and I'll be there From Letras Mania