Must I throw away all emotion to become something im not?
created to fit the image of someone i hate?
you may call it wrong but i call it fate
can you reach out to me before its to late
better get here quick because im running out of time
the clock is ticking, im slowly losing my mind
im the underdog scratching blind
no one to lead me or to help me find the meaning of my life...
((Still in the making, not finished))