• Fighting strong I was always told,
    Days roll on, Growing old,
    Until my dreams come true,
    I'll wait in vacant to the world.

    Tierd of living in this lie,
    The more it lasts, the more I cry,
    She is paramount.
    Im nothing,
    Never gunna get the get the guy,
    Who wants to?

    All the backs
    you have to stab to reach you goal.
    Tearing at my jet black soul.
    Ebany. Charcoal. Coal.

    The secrets arn't yours to tell,
    enchanted under your poisoned spell.

    And until my dreams come true,
    I'll exclude my self from you,
    I'll wait vacant from the world.