My words levitate each time I talk.
I am just a star hidden in the dark.
Mind and soul is getting rip apart.
Cause in my mind I am free.
But in my soul I am the last of a dieing breathe.
So am I doom to live a life of eternal misery.
Wondering if I die will anybody remember me.
Or is this just a bad dream.
Words are addicted and yes I am a fiend.
If my life was a movie hell will be my scene.
But right now my mind is in heaven, yet my soul is still stuck in between.
My shadow is the only one that stand by me.
Each night I am feeling the heat but the light I have yet to see.
A normal life was never meant for me.
So each night I struggle to break free.
Maybe one day my mind and soul will be at peace.
I know that day will come but only when I am decease.
Right now the devil is just having a feast.
God why is my soul bond to this lease.
Mind and soul separated because my mind is bond to the street.
Yet each night my soul is still hoping for peace.
Maybe one day I will get use to this heat.
So each night my mind stay in the stars :smokes: as this pain increase.
Witness protection is not a choice for me.
Because I know when I die is the only time that I will be free.