What Chance
what chance did i have when inside i am broken
what chance did i have when no warm words were spoken
second by choice, no more than a ghost
shunned by the world when im in need the most
what chance did i have when your forced to decide
what chance did i have when im living on pride
quick to make money and quicker to move on
with a flash of a smile and then i am gone
what chance did i have when im young on the street
what chance did i have when im feel incomplete
ive been down in the gutter, the lowest of low
with a few treasured items, packed ready to go
what chance did i have when my life is a lie
what chance did i have when i cant even cry
stone on the inside, a complexion of ice
a chance must be taken
SO PLEASE ROLL THE DICE.
Copyright © Simon Nixon | Year Posted 2014
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