[Samiyam]
Once again I'm out on a limb, now I can hear the change in the sound of the wind.
One day winds down to an end another's bound to begin, these fake friends diabolical grins I feel the ground wearing thin.
I wish to be absolved from my sins, but if tomorrow I was ten I'd probably to all of it again.
So I'm backed against the wall with a pen, cause everything allowed me to win was always bound from within.
So I'm thinking, searching, times I was hurting when a thin curtain of trust revealed a whole different person.
Shit can worsen or it can get better and bonds that once were made of flesh and blood stiffen a leather.
And people take it how you take it life is what you make it.
Although my shirt's worth 200 sometimes I feel naked cause it's a cold world after all, you either dance or you fall, life's on the line, answer the call.
Take a chance to advance through it all, even when circumstance is a wall, I'm on the way.