it almost 9 30 pm.
ive been doing boring day.
sometimes I kill like doing suicide.
but that will just let life win.
i can not let that be.
i still have many years to live.
boring days happen everyday.
i worry about me.
I cry.
what i do with my life?
for now i have no purpose in life.
I hope one day I can wake up and everything will be better.
i dont want to be in chanes no more.
I dont want to be slave of Satan.
The true belief, sparkling no more.
But now aday....I need a healing.
a pure relief, and a solid shore.
One modest way...a self-redeaming.
the true belief, sparkling no more.
Then how many nights I've been in jail.
each night's a floor in the evil tower.
I climbed each step less than a nail.
but the fall took me less than an hour.
And the public there applauding me.
yelling my name like a king's in war.
and how many tires they offered to me.
and how many times I changed the tire.
I used to be a real star.
In the rallycross you'd see my car.
Running so fast you'd never catch.
I've always been the best from far.
And my slob was shattered by the sins.
that cut me deep until the bones.
even in my blood and within.
the vains of mine, they flew by tones.