Another brick in the wall...
[Insert Glare here]
not caring about the money
but the reality I can release
with the dreams of freedom
and a signature of my name
withdrawn from a orphanage
escaping society's struggle
head shot; gun wound need
human flesh is only a cover
shelters of gold caress life
something’s have no meaning
forever is a mighty long time
and the hourglass was broken
when the morning turns day
nobody actually has a plan
just follow other's footsteps
and speak without thinking
and when day brings night
I'm still left sitting; ignored
lonely, but I do understand
everyone has their reasons
it's alright, I can't really exist
how can anyone be homeless?
