| So where do I start? |
| A place? |
| a person?
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| Pry open the past that was meant to fall apart. |
| Take a look inside the mind
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| that lies behind these eyes to answer all the «when where and whys»
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| STREET PROWL. |
| I turned to the streets
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| I searched for acceptance
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| What was left of me was broken and neglected
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| I was not destined for dreams, and love wasn’t for me
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| I ran with broken boys and smiled with shattered teeth
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| Those nights, these nights, they kept me alive
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| The darkness, it reached out and I was safe by its side
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| I’m just a soul who is up to no good because my whole life I was so
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| misunderstood
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| I’m just a soul who is up to no good. |
| Why was I never understood?
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| I’m still not out of this depressing hole but once I’m out where the fuck do I
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| go?
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| Can you believe I made it this far?
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| My emotions turned to stone and my family fell apart
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| Those nights, these nights, they kept me alive
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| The darkness, it reached out and I was safe by its side
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| I’m just a soul who is up to no good because my whole life I was so
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| misunderstood
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| I’m just a soul who is up to no good. |
| Why was I never understood?
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| STREET PROWL |