Yesterday, my wourld crashed with a blast. That period I chose to bury my past. It tells of time-my back against the wall. Back then, a victim of society to maul. Spend your life pushing and sho
To climb to the top but you're held by a thread. All the work youve don't goes to waste because in this life you just can't get ahead. Again myy world came tumbling hard upon my back. Life sifted t
H my hands like sand through an hourglass. It tells of time I'll never recapture. The grains controlling my life scarred me forever. So this is how it goes-you give with no return. You're always
Otwed-can't get ahead.
