And what the fuck do I know
about anything at all
is it time to stand on my feet?
or is it time to fall?
looking for justice
when this justice is only mine
i`m looking for something
that only i can (fucking) find
Ch:
you try to tell me things
that i can`t understand
and even though i really want to
i can not pretend to
understand what it is
to leave these days at all
and what it is to feel i`m right
but then to feel i`m wrong
and here i am
once again
standing with my empty hands
feeling wrong
not feeling strong
hope its not the way
that it`s fucking gonna stay