He walks a lonely path, a wolf without his pack he’s been hurt so many times
But broken bones are still intact in fact.

It’s that he rather be alone, And human interaction isn’t something that he knows.

He shows no emotions there’s no motives for tomorrow
Hopeless sorrow,
Broken bottles
and if he had one wish it be a friend who he could borrow.

I was abandon, famine ran rampant while i was stranded on this planet.
And if I’m being candid, my life has been so bland when, I think about the future it brings me so much shame. How am I supposed to escape from a past so traumatic with pain?
You don’t understand it, a bandit eating sand and granite, eyes were slanted while I was painting on this canvas.
We’re from a city where dreams were never granted i’m in panic from these circumstances, because when i really think about it there were never any chances.