I got a story, a story to tell
About a long road
back from a sory of hell
I been flying almost every night
I been ready to burn
and I been living to die
SO take a look, take a look in my eyes:
Cause I got no remorse for all the hate
that burns inside
Take a look at my suicide
Self destruction
I know the streets can be so cold
I know these streets
can make you feel so cold
I've got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills almoste gone;
My cigarette burns
right trough my soul
I'm almoste home
And I'"ve seen:
broken hearts and broken dreams
like broken bodies
under the pale street lights tonight
I've seen the hate and yeah;
I've heard the lies
So I turned my back
and now I'm on the outside
I know the streets can be so cold
I'm almoste home
Self destruction
I'm on my way home