by Seizure » Thu Jul 08, 2004 3:33 am
On My Own
I lay on my back, I peer at the sky
I think about God and I ask him why
The world is so hard, there is not a soul
That could help the earth, when can we parole?
There's not a hero, it all will get worse
It's like to be human is to live a curse
When the world dies, what will come of us?
When the world dies, just who can we trust?
I asked for a guide, I wished for the light
No angel showed, did I do it right?
I guess I know now, I must help myself
Be my own angel with hope on the shelf
I have always known to live my life true
I have always known what I should persue
But I know that I will be on my own
I'll continue life, out here all alone
Life is just a game, not everyone can win
-Seizure