I was born thinking Am I a gift or a curse Seems like these days
I feel more like a curse
Then a blessing
Not knowing the way of life I believe what my MOM AND OR DAD said
Understanding the people that
Inuenced them
But always asking myself why
Over and over again
Until I push the boundaries Of what I can and can't do But always THINKING
DAM YOUR GOING TO JUDGE ME FOR THAT
So we play with our sins That was never given to us Always thinking
Dam I'm not dead yet
They say MONEY controls everything And I was never a part of that game But always saying
AT LEAST I HAVE MY IMAGINATION Until they attack me for that
Never knowing what they ment by that
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DREAM
But now it's time to snap back into reality I have no more MONEY to believe in that See I live with
THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON AND ONLY TIME WILL TELL WHY So I guess for now
I'll always be alone at the bottom
Stuck in CHAPTER ONE
Ik heb een vraag over het boek: ‘Mr. Nobody the Man with a Broken Dreams - Mr Nobody’.
Vul het onderstaande formulier in.
We zullen zo spoedig mogelijk antwoorden.
