I couldn\'t make colors match today I don\'t know what eles to say except dark tracks they can see I didn\'t I don\'t like the staff they are feeding me they don\'t like the things I say but I don\'t think I need to be forgiven
I have quiet inside althrough it trige me by a while through the storm that crack the sky I am quiet inside
I used to be so hart to find regin tears filled my eye
I was doubling over the load on my shoulde as a weight I carried with me everyday Crossing miles of frustrations and rivers a raging Picking up stones I found along the way I staggered and I stumbled down Pathways of trouble I was hauling those souvenirs of misery And with each step taken my back was breaking