Under the lights of the street
I look into the darkness
Then down at me feet
Feeling sadness,
City breeze
Shivering cold,
Just looking for the keys

I tried my hardest
And followed the crowd
I did what I could
But I’m not proud

It's funny how you are taught,
that thing's will be ok
that bad things will go away
that the sun will come out to play
too bad life just isn't that easy

i can sing no more
my lungs have died
broken down, from all the lies
I've forgotten myself in the mess

and I'm walking down the street
under harsh city lights
picking up the pieces of myself
holding them close
so the wind doesn't blow them away





 
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