Average Whiteboy
Bluelighter
An intelligent young man, I am, but I'm slowly slipping into darkness
Convinced that the life of crime, is the life of mine, the struggle has made me heartless
No matter what anybody says, I'll probably remain this way regardless
I always show compassion and love to those who stood by my side
Because they gave me the strength to keep me alive
But yet, I'm confused, my thoughts are clouded within my mind
Because sometimes, you can't always trust what you see with your own two eyes
Because you might find out those who swore to remain the same, were just telling lies
So I've left everybody behind, I'll venture out into the world on my own
Because I'm convinced myself that I'm fully grown
I can handle things myself, I don't need or want anybody else
Because my whole life I've been by myself, when it comes to the problems with which I've dealt
But still, I think back about the pain of the past
And it crushes my spirit like broken glass
The oppurtunity for the life I wished to live is gone
Now all I have left is myself, and some cheap memories to reflect upon
[ 12 July 2002: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]
Convinced that the life of crime, is the life of mine, the struggle has made me heartless
No matter what anybody says, I'll probably remain this way regardless
I always show compassion and love to those who stood by my side
Because they gave me the strength to keep me alive
But yet, I'm confused, my thoughts are clouded within my mind
Because sometimes, you can't always trust what you see with your own two eyes
Because you might find out those who swore to remain the same, were just telling lies
So I've left everybody behind, I'll venture out into the world on my own
Because I'm convinced myself that I'm fully grown
I can handle things myself, I don't need or want anybody else
Because my whole life I've been by myself, when it comes to the problems with which I've dealt
But still, I think back about the pain of the past
And it crushes my spirit like broken glass
The oppurtunity for the life I wished to live is gone
Now all I have left is myself, and some cheap memories to reflect upon
[ 12 July 2002: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]
