From my left hand full of scratches
to my right hand of privation
people see only in my face the sinfull history
none of them tries to see whats inside my heartfull mind
every step i take it gets brighter,but still felling under
Im seeking for heaven but its not in the same floor,i aint right this time ?
just imagine of night with no sun rising
imagine a life with black hills
and if pain is love
then i hid my pain with drugs.
to my right hand of privation
people see only in my face the sinfull history
none of them tries to see whats inside my heartfull mind
every step i take it gets brighter,but still felling under
Im seeking for heaven but its not in the same floor,i aint right this time ?
just imagine of night with no sun rising
imagine a life with black hills
and if pain is love
then i hid my pain with drugs.
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