Killers Aim

They all think me more than I am Must be these songs I sing again and again Even I’m starting to believe in them I wish I could start this life over again Till then I’ll forget these feelings ever happened Erase these visions from my mind Perfectly balanced, well read with a killers aim I die a little with every empty footprint leading to my past That I can find Till then I will remember all Who have touched my soul Watching them come and go then me moving on With heavy legs I will keep marching on thru my past In the end none of me will have ever mattered Except in my scattered memories As I only have today for short time longer This soul within please be kind to me