Sunday, September 6, 2009

Trial

Raised up in the unknown city
I just want a little pity
I haven't gone far
Reach my goal? Not even close
Leave me alone; Please let me compose

I'm gonna burst if you
give me one more shove
My father taught me pride
My mother taught me to hide
My anguish, success, and love

My family begins
Humble, honest
But kept raisin our chin

We were down, but never were we scarred
My family risen to a prime
Now we don't have a dime
Parental Units now grieve, and it's back to a hard

I know that I'm not gonna do it, although you want me to
Leave me alone don't know the psychological stuff I'm goin through

Make me indestructible
But all I do is shatter
I'm gonna die, no one cares
Because I don't matter

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