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
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